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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/29148-8.txt b/29148-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c29af79 --- /dev/null +++ b/29148-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2454 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, September 21, 1880, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, September 21, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 17, 2009 [EBook #29148] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 47. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, September 21, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. +$1.50 per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: TED AND KITTY MAKING A FIRE.] + +HOW TED AND KITTY CAMPED OUT. + +BY EMILY H. LELAND. + + +Kitty was eight years old, and Ted was seven. They had always lived on a +large farm, and knew all about birds and squirrels, and the different +kinds of trees, and how to make bonfires and little stone ovens; and +they could shoot with bows and arrows, and swim, and climb trees, and +split kindlings, and take care of chickens and ducks and turkeys, and do +a great many jolly and useful things which city children hardly get even +a chance to do. Well, once when they went on a visit with some cousins +to an uncle's on the other side of "Big Woodsy," as they called the +mountain, they did not get home that night. + +The uncle thought they had gone home, and the father and mother thought +they had remained overnight at the uncle's. So nothing was done about it +until noon next day, when the uncle came jogging over on horseback to +look at a cow he thought of buying, and the mother asked him if Ted and +Kitty were not making too long a visit. + +Then the uncle said, "Good gracious! they are not at our house; they +started for home last night, along with the Elderkins, I think." + +Then the mother turned very pale, and said, in a faint voice, "They are +lost!" + +"Oh no," said the uncle, "not a bit of it. The Elderkins coaxed 'em home +with them, of course. I'll ride round their way when I go back and start +'em home." + +But the pale look wouldn't leave the mother's face, and in a short time +who should come but the Elderkins themselves, to spend the afternoon, +they said, with Ted and Kitty. Then there was a fright indeed. The +father walked down to the gate, and looked anxiously up the long winding +mountain road, as if that would do any good, and the mother followed +him, calling out, + +"Oh, John! John! where _are_ our children?" + +The uncle rode off in one direction, and the father quickly saddled a +horse and rode in another, to inquire at all the farm-houses if anything +had been seen of Ted and Kitty Curtis. And no one had seen them. All the +Elderkins had to say was that Ted and Kitty had told them there was a +nearer way to reach home than by following the dusty, roundabout road, +and they had run off through the woods to find it. The Elderkins chose +to follow the road, because they had on their new lawn dresses trimmed +with torchon, and "didn't want to get all scrambled up by the briers." + +So while the uncle and the father and all the neighbors were hunting up +and down the forest, and the mother was staying in the house, with dear, +calm grandma and the little twin babies to keep her from going _quite_ +crazy, I will tell you what Ted and Kitty were doing in the Big Woodsy. + +After they had run on quite a way, the bushes and brambles began to be +so thick they were obliged to drop into a walk, and finally to climb and +crawl as best they might, for they never found the "nearer way," and the +ground was covered with fallen trees and rocks, while the briers caught +them sometimes as if they never meant to let go. + +By-and-by the pleasant light of sunset began to fade away, and they sat +down to rest on a mossy log, and looked at each other very soberly. + +"I don't know which way we ought to go," said Kitty. + +"No more don't I," said Ted. + +"Well, then, we must stay right where we are, 'stead of trying to go on. +'Cause, don't you know, lost people always go round and round and round +and never get anywhere, and just wear their shoes out, and get tired and +hungry, and nobody ever can find 'em. You ain't afraid, are you, Teddy?" + +"No--o!" answered Ted, with scornful emphasis; "course not! Why, it's +only just camping out. We've always wanted to camp out, you know. An' +it's warm, an' there's but'nuts, an'--an'--maybe we'll find a pattridge +nest," and Ted looked around at the deepening shadows, and bravely +winked back the two tears that had gathered in his eyes. + +"You know there isn't anything in these woods that can hurt us," said +Kitty, cheerfully. "Papa said there was no use for those hunters to come +here last year, 'cause there's nothing bigger'n woodchucks anywhere +round." + +"But somebody killed a bear here the summer I was a baby," said Ted. + +"Yes, but he was the last--the very last--and it's just as nice and safe +here as if we's camping out in our orchard. And let's fix up a house +right away. Let's play we've gone West and got some land of our own." + +Then the two children went to work. They were scared a little, in spite +of their brave talk, but they were soon so interested in their +camp-building that they forgot their fear. First they cleared away the +sticks and stones beside the log where they were sitting. Then they +pulled large pieces of bark from a partly fallen tree, and leaned them +against the log, making a shelter large enough for a very small +sleeping-room. Over the bark they laid boughs of butternut and maple, +with long sticks placed crossways to keep them in place. Then by the +time they had gathered a few armfuls of dry leaves to place underneath, +it was quite dusk, and too late for any more work. + +"Won't we get bugs in our ears?" asked Ted, peeping into the queer +little bedroom. + +"Well, we'll tie our hankchifs over our ears. And we'll only take off +our shoes, 'cause we're just emigrants, you know." + +"I--I wish it wasn't quite so dark," said Ted, faintly. + +"But the moon will be up right away," said brave Kitty; "and maybe we'll +hear owls. We won't mind hearing owls, will we?" + +"Course not," said Ted. + +In a very short time the shoes were off, the handkerchiefs tied on, and +the two tired children cuddled up in their wigwam, with Kitty's apron +over their shoulders for a blanket. + +"The Lord is here just as much as He's--He's in the Methodist church," +said Kitty. + +"Course He is," said Ted; and with this comforting thought they were +soon asleep. + + * * * * * + +Morning came earlier in the woods than in the quiet bedrooms at home. +Birds were twittering around the little camp before sunrise, the breeze +blew noisily through the low-hanging branches, and the children were +awake before the night shadows were quite gone. + +"Papa'll be sure to find us to-day," said Kitty, after they had crawled +out of their nest. "We must have all the emigrant fun we can, for we'll +only be Ted and Kitty after we get home." + +"What do em'grants have for their breakfast, I wonder?" asked Ted. + +"Oh, they--look around for things. Sometimes they have just butternuts, +I guess," answered Kitty, while she slipped on her shoes. + +"Well, then, let's have but'nuts--and lots of them," said hungry Ted. + +So Kitty, who was a nice tidy girl about everything, looked around until +she found a clean flat rock for a table; and while they were gathering +their breakfast from the nearest butternut-trees, they came across a +tiny little spring that bubbled out from under a ledge, and slipped away +in a small stream down the mountain-side. + +"Oh, isn't it cute?" said Kitty. "We'll build our cabin right here, and +we'll play this is our water-power, and build a mill too. I'll be Mr. +Brown, and you may be the Co.--Brown & Co., you know." + +After a good drink of the clear, cold water from a cup made of a +basswood leaf, they washed faces and hands, and went to the flat rock +for breakfast. The butternuts were not quite ripe; they stained fingers, +and they were hard to crack--with just a stone for a hammer--but there +were "lots of them," as Ted had requested. + +All the long bright forenoon they worked about their water-power, +putting up an extensive mill of stones and sticks, and having no trouble +at all, except when Ted got tired of being called "Co.," and insisted on +being Mr. Brown a part of the time at least, in spite of Kitty's +argument that the youngest ought always to be Co. + +So, about one o'clock, when their father and uncle were galloping here +and there in search of them, they were sitting at their rock table +cracking more nuts, and listening proudly to the mimic roar of the water +going over the dam they had just completed. + +Sometimes they heard faint echoes and queer hootings off in the +distance. "We'll play it's Indians, and we're hiding from them," said +Kitty, never dreaming that all the men in the neighborhood of her home +were hunting and hallooing through the forest for two very lost +children. Once, when the shouts came quite near, the echoes mixed up +things, so that Kitty was almost frightened, and drew her brother into +the shelter of some thick bushes. "It sounds like a crazy man," she +said. + +After a while the noise slowly died away down the mountain-side, and the +woods seemed more comfortable to Kitty. But sunset drew near, and still +there came no cheerful father-voice. The supper of butternuts was not a +very jolly one. Ted tried to be brave, but finally he dropped his face +into his elbow and wailed forth, "I want some bread and butter," and +cried loud and long. + +"If we only had matches," sobbed Kitty, after Ted's cries had hushed a +little, "we could make a fire, and--and maybe find something to roast." + +Ted stopped crying by trying very hard, and began to examine his +pockets. The prospect of a bonfire is cheering even to a hungry boy. +First a dull jackknife was laid on the rock, then two nails, then a +little rusty hinge, then a piece of slate-pencil, then a brass button +with an eagle on it, then more slate-pencil, then a piece of string +wound into a ball, then half of a match--the end that wouldn't go! Then +happily he thought of his inside pocket, and the hole that was in it! +Feeling along the lining of his jacket, there in its corner was +something which might be--yes, it _was_ a match! + +"We won't care very much about it anyway," said experienced Kitty, "and +then it will be more apt to burn." Nevertheless, after they had piled up +some dry leaves, and laid birch "quirls" and small sticks over the top, +she struck the match across the sole of her shoe, shielded it with her +hand, and watched it anxiously. The little blue light quivered, paled, +almost went out, and then leaped cheerfully upon a dry leaf, and in an +instant the pile was alive with snaps and sparkles and dancing flames. +The children gave quite a merry shout. + +"And now what'll we roast?" said poor Ted. + +"We must fix the fire so it won't spread first," said Kitty; and she +carefully scraped away all the leaves and sticks that were near. Then +she took her brother's hand, and started to look for she hardly knew +what, but trying with all her motherly little heart to think of +something likely to be found in such a woods. + +"Sour grapes roasted wouldn't be very nice, but maybe they'd be a sort +of a relish, you know, Ted;" and she stopped by a tree overgrown with +wild grapes, and began looking for the not very tempting clusters. + +"Why, here are some that are nearly ripe. See! really purple a little." + +Suddenly something alive sprang out of the brambles at their feet, and +whirred away with a tremendous rush. + +"It's the pattridge nest, sure's you live!" said Ted, diving down among +the leaves; and after a minute's eager search they were found--two, +four, six, eight, nine speckled eggs in the cozy nest. "We'll leave one +for the poor pattridge to come back to, won't we Kit?" said Ted, swiftly +placing them in his hat. + +More wood was piled upon the little fire, and they waited not very +patiently for hot ashes. The eggs were rolled up in large grape leaves, +and fastened with little twigs. The sun went down, and the fire-light +began to shine brightly on the overhanging boughs and the watchful faces +of the children. Finally Kitty said it must be time, and proceeded to +push away the blazing brands, and to roll the eggs in among the glowing +ashes. She had just covered them, after a fashion, with the stick she +used for a poker, and was saying to Ted they would soon be done, when +something came crashing along through the brush, and there was a man +with a scratched face and a torn coat, and a gun on his shoulder, +standing before them. + +"Oh, papa," said Ted, after taking a second look at him, "mayn't we stay +until the pattridge eggs are done? 'Cause we're so hungry." + +"Oh, you--rascals," was all the father could say; and he was either very +tired, or else Kitty rushed upon him and hugged his knees too +vigorously, for he sank right down on the ground, and commenced wiping +his face, and his eyes seemed to need a great deal of wiping. + +"We didn't mean to camp out, papa," said Kitty, softly. "We only wanted +to go home the nearest way, and we couldn't find it at all; and so when +we found we were lost a little bit, we staid right where we were, so's +not to get any more lost. Wasn't that right, papa? We knew you'd find +us." + +"Yes, an' we knew _you_ wouldn't come hollerin' round like crazy Ingins. +An' isn't the eggs done, Kit?" said Ted. + +"Here's things to eat--things grandma fixed for you;" and the father +quickly opened a little bundle that hung at his side. "I was so glad to +see you alive, and having a good time, that I almost forgot your lunch, +you poor Hottentots." + +The lunch was quickly disposed of, and after drinking two swallows +apiece of blackberry wine--which grandma sent word they must do--the +children "broke camp," and started for home, carrying the eggs in a +handkerchief. + +"It was a good thing you started your fire, little folks. I was just +going to give up the mountain, and follow the others down to the creek, +when I saw a smoke curling up, and I remembered your weakness for +bonfires, and so-- Why, bless me! I've forgotten the signal." And the +happy father took his repeating rifle from his shoulder, and fired three +shots into the air. + +Pop!--pop!--pop! That meant, "Found, and alive, and well." Three or four +guns answered from the valley below; and the mother and grandma, waiting +and listening by the farm-house gate, thought they had never heard such +sweet music in all their lives. + +Only a quarter of a mile of very rough ground was travelled before the +children found themselves trotting along in the "nearer way" they had +tried to find the night before; and in an hour's time, after being much +kissed and very tenderly scolded, they were bathed and lying in their +clean, sweet beds, and Ted was sleepily saying to himself, "This is +nicer'n em'grants, after all." + + + + +OLD TIMES IN THE COLONIES. + +BY CHARLES CARLETON COFFIN. + + +No. VI. + +LOVEWELL'S FIGHT WITH THE PIGWACKETS. + +At the southern base of the White Mountains, where the river Saco winds +through green meadows, was the home of the Pigwacket Indians. Their +chief was Paugus. During the years of peace he visited the English in +Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts, and was well acquainted with +the settlers, but he liked the French better. + +The Jesuit Father Rale, who had converted the Kennebec Indians, made his +influence felt over all the surrounding tribes, and Paugus, through his +influence, sided with the French. He could always obtain guns, powder, +and balls at Quebec and Montreal in exchange for furs. + +From their wigwams on the Saco, it was easy for the Pigwackets to go +down that stream to the settlements in Maine, or going southwest to the +"Smile of the Great Spirit," as they called Lake Winnipiseogee, they +could descend the Merrimac to the settlements in Massachusetts. + +In 1724 the Pigwackets killed two men at Dunstable. When the alarm was +given, eleven men started after them, but the Indians discovering them, +shot all but two, took their scalps, and returned to their wigwams on +the Saco, where they held a great feast over the successful raid, +dancing and howling through the night, and boasting of what they would +do on the next raid. + +"I will give £100 for every Indian scalp," said the Governor of +Massachusetts. + +The offer of such a bounty stimulated Captain John Lovewell, of +Dunstable, who started with eight men. It was midwinter, but the snow, +cold, and hardship did not deter the intrepid men, who made their way up +the valley of the Merrimac, and eastward to the country of the +Pigwackets. The sun was going down, on the 20th of February, when +Captain Lovewell discovered a smoke rising above the trees. He waited +till midnight, when, creeping forward alone, he could see ten Indians +asleep by a fire on the shore of a pond. He went back to his men, and +all moved forward. There was snow upon the ground, which broke the sound +of their footsteps. At a signal the guns flashed, and every Indian was +killed. It was a party who had just started to fall upon the English +settlements. They had new guns, ammunition, and blankets, which they had +obtained from the French in Canada. + +It was a day of rejoicing in Dover when Captain Lovewell marched into +the village with the Indian scalps dangling from a pole. + +"We will attack the Pigwackets in their home," said the men. + +It was in April. The snow had disappeared, the trees were bursting into +leaf, when Captain Lovewell, with forty-six men, started up the valley +of the Merrimac once more. Three of the men, after marching about fifty +miles, became lame and returned home. The others turned eastward, passed +Lake Winnipiseogee, and came to Ossipee Lake--a beautiful sheet of +water. + +One of the men was taken sick, and could not go on, and Captain Lovewell +built a little fort, and left there the surgeon and six men, with a +portion of the provisions. The rest of the party, thirty-four in all, +shouldered their packs and moved on in search of the Pigwackets. No one +knew exactly where their wigwams were located, and they moved cautiously +for fear of being surprised. + +Captain Lovewell was a religious man, and every morning, before +starting, the soldiers kneeled or stood reverently with uncovered heads, +while the chaplain, Rev. Jonathan Frye, offered prayer. + +The morning of May 19 came. They were on the shore of a pond, and the +chaplain was offering prayer, when they heard a gun, and looking across +the pond they saw an Indian on a rocky point on the other side of the +pond. + +"We are discovered," said Lovewell. "Shall we go on, or return?" + +"We have come to find the Indians," said the young chaplain. "We have +prayed God that we might find them. We had rather die for our country +than return without seeing them. If we go back, the people will call us +cowards." The company left their packs, and marched cautiously forward. + +The Indians had discovered them--not the one who was shooting ducks; he +did not mistrust their presence; but a party had come upon their tracks, +and were following in their rear, and took possession of their packs. + +Captain Lovewell moved toward the one Indian, who quickly fired upon the +white. His gun was loaded with shot, and Captain Lovewell and one of his +men were wounded. The Indian turned to run, but Ensign Whiting brought +him down. + +"We will go back to our packs," said Lovewell; but when they reached the +place they found that the Indians had seized them, and that their +retreat was cut off by more than one hundred Pigwackets. The terrible +war-whoop rang through the forest, and the fight began, Indians and +white men alike sheltering themselves behind the trees and rocks, +watching an opportunity to pick each other off without exposing +themselves. All day long the contest went on, the Indians howling like +tigers. The white men saw that they were outnumbered three to one. It +must be victory or death. + +Lieutenant Wyman was their commander in place of Lovewell, who was +mortally wounded. He was cool and brave. + +[Illustration: "LIEUTENANT WYMAN, CREEPING UP, PUT A BULLET THROUGH +HIM."] + +"Don't expose yourselves. Be careful of your ammunition." So cool and +deliberate was the aim of the white men that at nearly every shot an +Indian fell. They suffered so severely that they withdrew and held a +powwow with their "medicine man," who was going through his +incantations, when Lieutenant Wyman, creeping up, put a bullet through +him. The Indians, howling vengeance, returned to the fight; but the +white men, protected on one side by the pond, held their ground. + +All through the afternoon the struggle went on. + +"We will give you good quarter," shouted Paugus. + +"We want no quarter, except at the muzzle of our guns," shouted Wyman. + +Paugus had often been to Dunstable, and was well acquainted with John +Chamberlain. They fired at each other many times, till at last +Chamberlain sent a bullet through Paugus's head, killing him instantly. + +"I am a dead man," said Solomon Keys. "I am wounded in three places." He +crawled down to the shore of the pond, found an Indian canoe, and crept +into it. The wind blew it out into the lake, and he was wafted to the +southern shore. The sun went down, and the Indians stole away. Pitiable +the condition of the settlers. Lovewell was dead, and also their beloved +chaplain, Jonathan Frye, who with his dying breath prayed aloud for +victory; Jacob Farrar was dying; Lieutenant Rollins and Robert Usher +could not last long; eleven others were badly wounded. There were only +eighteen left. The Indians had seized their packs; they had nothing to +eat; it was twenty miles from the little fort which they had built at +Ossipee; but they were victors. They had killed sixty or more Indians, +and had inflicted a defeat from which the Pigwackets never recovered. + +"Load my gun, so that, when the Indians come to scalp me, I can kill one +more," said Lieutenant Rollins. + +They must leave him. Sad the parting. In the darkness, guided by the +stars, they started. Four were so badly wounded that they could not go +on. + +"Leave us," they said, "and save yourselves." + +Twenty miles! How weary the way! They reach the fort to find it +deserted. They had left seven men there, but when the fight began one of +their number fled--a coward--and informed the seven that the party had +all been cut off, not a man left. Believing that he had told the truth, +they abandoned the fort, and returned to their homes. + +Nothing to eat. But it was the month of May; the squirrels were out, and +they shot two and a partridge; they caught some fish; and so were saved +from starvation. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Begun in No. 46 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, September 14.] + +WHO WAS PAUL GRAYSON? + +BY JOHN HABBERTON, + +AUTHOR OF "HELEN'S BABIES." + + +CHAPTER II. + +THE FIGHT. + +The afternoon session of Mr. Morton's select school was but little more +promising of revelations about the new boy than the morning had been. +Most of the boys returned earlier than usual from their respective +dinners, and either hung about the school-room, staring at their new +companion, or waited at the foot of the stairs for him to come down. The +attentions of the first-named division soon became so distasteful to +the new-comer that he left the room abruptly, and went down the stairway +two steps at a time. At the door he found little Benny Mallow looking up +admiringly, and determining to practice that particular method of coming +down stairs the first Saturday that he could creep unnoticed through a +school-room window. But Benny was not one of those foolish boys who +forget the present while planning about the future. Paul Grayson had +barely reached the bottom step, when little Benny looked innocently up +into his face, and remarked, "Say!" + +"Well?" Paul answered. + +"You're the biggest boy in school," continued Benny. "I noticed it when +you stood beside Appleby." + +Grayson looked as if he did not exactly see that the matter was worthy +of special remark. + +"I," said Benny, "am the smallest boy--I am, really. If you don't +believe it, look at the other boys. I'll just run down the steps, and +stand beside some of them." + +"Don't take that trouble," said Grayson, pleasantly. "But what is there +remarkable about my height and your shortness?" + +"Oh, nothing," said Benny, looking down with some embarrassment, and +then looking up again--"only I thought maybe 'twas a good reason why we +should be friends." + +"Why, so it is, little fellow," said Grayson. "I was very stupid not to +understand that without being told." + +"All right, then," said Benny, evidently much relieved in mind. +"Anything you want to know I'll tell you--anything that I know myself, +that is. Because I'm little, you mustn't think I don't know everything +about this town, because I do. I know where you can fish for bass in a +place that no other boy knows anything about: what do you think of that? +I know a big black-walnut tree that no other boy ever saw; of course +there's no nuts on it now, but you can see last year's husks if you +like. Have you got a sister?" + +Grayson suddenly looked quite sober, and answered, "No." + +"I have," said Benny, "and she is the nicest girl in town. If you want +to know some of the bigger girls, I suppose you'll have to ask Appleby. +What's the use of big girls, though? They never play marbles with a +fellow, or have anything to trade. Say--I hope _you're_ not too big to +play marbles." + +"Oh no," said Grayson; "I'll buy some, and we'll have a royal game." + +"Don't do it," said Benny; "I've got a pocketful. Come on." And to the +great disgust of all the larger boys Benny led his new friend into the +school yard, scratched a ring on the dirt, divided his stock of marbles +into two equal portions, and gave one to Grayson; then both boys settled +themselves at a most exciting game, while all the others looked on in +wonder, with which considerable envy and jealousy were mixed up. + +"That Benny Mallow is putting on more airs than so little a fellow can +carry; don't you think so?" said Sam Wardwell to Ned Johnston. + +"I should say so," was the reply; "and that isn't all. The new fellow +isn't going to be thought much of in this school if he's going to allow +himself to belong to any youngster that chooses to take hold of him. +I'll tell you one thing: Joe Appleby's birthday party is to come off in +a few days, and I'll bet you a fish-line to a button that Master Benny +won't get near enough to it to smell the ice-cream. How will that make +the little upstart feel?" + +"Awful--perfectly awful," said Sam, who, being very fond of ice-cream +himself, could not imagine a more terrible revenge than Harry had +suggested. Just then Bert Sharp sauntered up with his hands in his +pockets, his head craned forward as usual, and his eyes trying to get +along faster than his head. + +"See here," said he, "if that new boy boards with the teacher, he's +going to tell everything he knows. I think somebody ought to let him +know what he'll get if he tries that little game. I'm not going to be +told on: I have a rough enough time of it now." Bert spoke feelingly, +for he was that afternoon to remain at school until he had recited from +memory four pages of history, as a punishment for his long truancy. + +"Who's going to tell him, though?" asked Sam. "It should be some fellow +big enough to take care of himself, for Grayson looks as if he could be +lively." + +[Illustration: "JUST IN TIME TO SEE GRAYSON GIVE BERT A BLOW ON THE +CHEST."] + +"I'll do it myself," declared Bert, savagely; saying which he lounged +over toward the ring at which Benny and Grayson were playing. The boys +had seen Bert in such a mood before, so at once there was some whispered +cautions to look out for a fight. Before Bert had been a minute beside +the ring, Grayson accidentally brushed against him as, half stooping, he +followed his alley across the ring. Bert immediately got his hands out +of his pockets, and struck Grayson a blow on the back of the neck that +felled him to the ground. All the boys immediately rushed to the spot, +but before they had reached it the new pupil was on his feet, and the +teacher reached the window, bell in hand, just in time to see Grayson +give Bert a blow on the chest that caused the young man to go reeling +backward, and yell "Oh!" at the top of his voice. Then the bell rang +violently, and all of the boys but Bert Sharp hurried up stairs, Grayson +not even taking the trouble to look behind him. In the scramble toward +the seats Will Palmer found a chance to whisper to Ned Johnston, +"There's no nonsense about him, eh?" + +And Ned replied, "He's splendid." + +All of the boys seemed of Ned's opinion, for when Mr. Morton, just as +Bert Sharp entered, rang the school to order, and asked, "Who began that +fight?" there was a general reply of, "Bert Sharp." + +"Sharp, Grayson, step to the front," commanded the teacher. + +Bert shuffled forward with a very sullen face, while Grayson stalked up +so bravely that Benny Mallow risked getting a mark by kicking Sam +Wardwell's feet under the desk to attract his attention, and then +whispering, "Just look at that." + +Before the teacher could speak to either of the two boys in front of +him, Grayson said, "I'm very sorry, sir, but I was knocked down for +nothing, unless it was brushing against him by mistake." + +"Was that the cause, Sharp?" asked Mr. Morton. + +Bert hung his head a little lower, which is a way that all boys have +when they are in the wrong; so the teacher did not question him any +farther, but said: + +"Boys, Grayson is a stranger here. I know him to be a boy of good habits +and good manners, and I give you my word that if you have any trouble +with him, you will have to begin it yourselves. And if you expect to be +gentlemen when you grow up, you must learn now to treat strangers as you +would like to be treated if away from your own homes. Grayson, Sharp, go +to your seats." + +"May I speak to Sharp, sir?" asked Grayson. + +"Yes," said Mr. Morton. + +"I'm sorry I hit you," said the new boy. "Will you shake hands and be +friends?" + +[Illustration: THE RECONCILIATION.] + +Bert looked up suspiciously without raising his head, but Grayson's hand +was outstretched, and as Bert did not know what else to do, he put out +his own hand, and then the two late enemies returned to their seats, +Bert looking less bad-tempered than usual, and Grayson looking quite +sober. + +Somehow at the afternoon recess every boy treated Grayson as if he had +known him for years, and no one seemed to be jealous when Grayson +invited Bert to play marbles with him, and insisted on his late +adversary taking the first shot. But the teacher's remarks about +Grayson had only increased the curiosity of the boys about their new +comrade, and when Sam Wardwell remarked that old Mrs. Battle, with whom +the teacher and his pupil boarded, bought groceries nearly every evening +at his father's store, and he would just lounge about during the rest of +the afternoon and ask her about Grayson when she came in, at least six +other boys' offered to sit on a board pile near the store and wait for +information. + +As for Grayson, he sat in the school-room writing while the teacher +waited, for more than an hour after the general dismissal, to hear Bert +Sharp recite those detestable four pages of history, and Bert was a +great deal slower at his task than he would have been if he had not had +to wonder why Grayson had to do so much writing. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +HOW A CRAB CHANGES HIS CLOTHES. + +BY ALLAN FORMAN. + + +"Say, now, you leave my dinner alone, or I'll tell mamma." + +"You can tell, if you have a mind to. I don't care, tell-tale." + +No, it was not children that I heard quarrelling; it was only two little +crabs. Children never speak so crossly to each other; but those two +little crabs scolded and bit down there in the water until-- But I am +getting ahead of my story. I'll tell you how it was. + +I had been out fishing, and as the sun became too hot, I rowed my boat +to the shore under the shade of the trees, and sat thinking. I looked +down into the water, and saw a little crab holding a clam shell under +his mouth with his claw, and eating as fast as he could, at the same +time turning his queer, bulging eyes in all directions to see that he +would not be disturbed. But soon another crab came up, and tried to +snatch away the clam shell. Then ensued the conversation which I have +already quoted. I dropped a piece of clam into the water, and the +new-comer seized it. He scuttled away under a piece of sea-weed, and +cried out in triumph: + +"Aha! greedy, you didn't get it, and it is much better than your old +shell. Don't you wish you had it?" + +"I'll change with you," said the other. "Just see this blue on the edge +of my shell. Ain't it lovely?" + +"Change! I guess not. Who cares for the blue? You can't eat the blue." + +"Of course you can't eat it, but it is pretty. However, there is no use +in talking to you about it; you have no love for the beautiful," said +the other, tauntingly. + +"You needn't put on so many airs. I'm bigger than you are, anyway," +snarled the first. + +"You won't be long, for I'm growing every day." + +"Children! children! what is the matter?" asked the old mamma crab, who +just appeared on the scene. + +"Mamma, he tried to get my din--" + +"I didn't; I only wanted--" + +"He's a mean, horrid old thing, and I don't--" + +"Why, children," interrupted the old crab, "I am ashamed of you. What is +the matter?" + +"He tried to take away my dinner," said one. + +"He said I wasn't growing big," said the other. + +"That did not stop your growth, did it?" said mamma. + +"No--o," drawled the little one. + +"And now," she continued, "I want you to behave yourselves. Stop such +silly quarrelling. You act so much like boys and girls that I am ashamed +of you." + +"Say, mamma, my clothes are getting too tight for me, and I've bursted a +seam in the back of my coat," said one of the youngsters, after a short +pause. + +"That is all right," answered mamma, assuringly; "you are only going to +'shed.'" + +"Am I going to be all soft and helpless, like papa was, and then be +taken away and not come back any more?" + +"Oh no, I hope not. You must find a quiet place, and hide until you can +take care of yourself," answered mamma. + +Accordingly the young crab wandered around, and found a nice quiet place +under the shadow of a large log; here he half buried himself in the mud, +and commenced the operation of changing his clothes. He swelled himself +out until the upper shell separated from the lower, then worked his +claws slowly backward and forward, and expanded and contracted the +muscles of his body; little by little he emerged from his shell, and +finally, with one effort, he freed himself entirely from his old +clothes. He lay back, exhausted by his exertions. While the crab is soft +it is perfectly helpless, and it can be handled without fear of bites. +When it first emerges from its shell it is covered with a skin as soft +and delicate as yours, but if left undisturbed it will soon harden. If +taken out of the water and kept in damp sea-weed, the process of +hardening can be delayed for three or four days, when it dies of +starvation, as it can eat nothing while soft, and that is the way in +which it is brought to the market. But the little crab I saw was +fortunate enough not to be disturbed. He lay perfectly still, and in +about an hour, if you could have put your finger on his back, you would +have felt that it had grown stiff and rough; in between three or four +hours the shell reaches the stage known as "paper shell." It is hard and +coarse, like brown paper, and the crab begins to show signs of +liveliness, and in about seven hours there is no perceptible difference +between our recently reclothed crab and his hard brothers and sisters; +but if you should catch him you would find him to be lighter in weight, +and watery when boiled, and the fat, which in a healthy crab is of a +bright yellow color, like the yolk of an egg, is a greenish-brown. But +no one had a chance to see the color of the fat in the crab which I was +watching, for just as he started to move, a great toad-fish came along +and swallowed him at one mouthful. + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +HALF AFRAID. + + + + +THE INVENTION OF STEEL PENS. + + +According to the following extract from a manuscript document in the +library of Aix-la-Chapelle, entitled "Historical Chronicle of +Aix-la-Chapelle, Second Book, year 1748," edited by the writer to the +Mayoralty, "Johann Janssen," it would appear that the invention of steel +pens is of older date than is commonly supposed. The paper referred to +says: "Just at the meeting of the Congress I may without boasting claim +the honor of having invented new pens. It is perhaps not an accident +that God should have inspired me at the present time with the idea of +making steel pens, for all the envoys here assembled have bought the +first that have been made, therewith, as may be hoped, to sign a treaty +of peace which, with God's blessing, shall be as permanent as the hard +steel with which it is written. Of these pens, as I have invented them, +no man hath before seen or heard; if kept clean and free from rust and +ink, they will continue fit for use for many years. Indeed, a man may +write twenty sheets of paper with one, and the last line would be +written as well as the first. They are now sent into every corner of the +world as a rare thing--to Spain, France, and England. Others will no +doubt make imitations of my pens, but I am the man who first invented +and made them. I have sold a great number of them, at home and abroad, +at one shilling each, and I dispose of them as quickly as I can make +them." + + + + +OUT IN THE STORM. + +BY SIDNEY DAYRE. + + +"That story about the baby in the storm? Oh yes, I'll tell you all about +it. See, there's the scar on his dear little forehead yet--he'll carry +it all his life, they say--but I shall never get over being thankful he +came out of it so much better than I did, the darling." + +And Janet glanced at her poor crooked arm as she settled herself more +comfortably for a long talk. + +"This was the way it came about. Mother said to me one Saturday +afternoon, 'Janet, I am going over to the village; I will take the +little girls with me, and I want you to take good care of Harry till I +come back.' + +"This arrangement did not suit me at all. I had other plans for the +afternoon, and I said, 'But, mother, I promised Mary Hathaway I would go +down there this afternoon. She is going to show me a new stitch for my +embroidery.' + +"'I don't like to interfere with you, dear,' mother said, 'but it seems +to me you have been running there quite often this week, and I must have +your help now.' + +"This was true, but it made no difference in the fact of my wanting to +go again. + +"'Can't Bridget take care of him?' I said. + +"'No, she has too much else to do.' + +"'I hate being tied to babies all the time,' I snarled. 'I think we +might keep a nurse as well as the Hathaways. Mary never has to be +bothered with the young ones.' Mother looked at me with a look which +begged for something better from me, but I kept the scowl on my face +till I saw them drive from the gate. She said good-by to me with a +loving smile, which faded out, as I would not return it. Even when I saw +three hands waved to me as they turned the corner, some ugly thing at my +heart kept my hand down, although half a minute later I would have given +anything for a chance of answering mother's smile. + +"I carried baby out into the grove at the back of the house, and dumped +him into the hammock, feeling cross and miserable enough. He sat there +cooing and crowing and laughing in a way which would have put a better +temper into any one but me. I sat on the ground beside him, fussing away +at my embroidery, but I could not get it right, and I got crosser and +crosser. At last Harry stretched over toward me, and took rather a rough +grasp of one of my ears and a good handful of hair with it. He did it to +pull my face around for a kiss, but as his pretty face came against mine +with a little bump, I jumped up and spoke sharply to him. I laid him +down with a shake, saying, 'Go to sleep now, you little tease.' + +"He put up a grieved lip, and sobbed as I swung him. It was about the +time of his afternoon nap, and he was asleep in a few minutes. + +"Then I tried my embroidery again, but it was no use--I could not get +the right stitch without some help from Mary. Then a thought came across +my mind--why could I not just run down there? Baby would surely sleep +for an hour, and I could easily be back within that time. He could not +possibly fall out of the hammock, for there were strings tied to some of +the cords, which could be fastened above him. I thought of telling +Bridget I was going, so she would have 'an eye out' in case he _should_ +awake, but I knew she would be crabbed about it, and feel as if I were +imposing on her, even if he did not give a single 'peep.' So I tied him +in very carefully--he gave another little sob as I kissed him, and I was +so sorry I had been cross to him. In ten minutes more I was running in +at Mrs. Hathaway's gate. + +"I had been going toward the north, so I did not notice that a black, +curiously shaped cloud, which lay low in the south as I left home, was +rising very fast. Mrs. Hathaway told me Mary was out in an arbor back of +the house, so I ran out there, and for a little while we were so deep in +the embroidery that I forgot to notice how dark it was getting. Then +there came a flash of lightning--oh, how white and terrible that +lightning was! It came all about us; we seemed wrapped up in it; and +such a burst of thunder as I never heard before or since. It sounded +like a cannon-ball falling right at our feet. + +"As soon as we could move we flew into the house. I was wild with fright +as I saw the awful blackness in the sky. Great drops of rain began to +fall, and peal after peal of thunder came, as I snatched my bonnet and +rushed to the door. Mary seized my arm and held me back. She cried, 'You +must not go; indeed you _shall_ not go out in such a storm.' + +"Mrs. Hathaway came up to me too, and put her arm around me. 'Why, +Janet, you can not go, my child. It might be at the risk of your life.' + +"I think they almost meant to keep me by force, but I screamed out, 'I +_must_ go! I will! I will!' and I broke away from them, and rushed out +into that blinding storm. I couldn't think of anything except the poor +baby I had left all alone. There was no one there to take care of him, +no one knew where he was, and in the noise of the storm nobody could +hear him scream. + +"The rain poured down in sheets by the time I reached Mrs. Hathaway's +gate. It seemed almost to beat me down to the ground, and the water was +over my shoes in half a minute. The lightning seemed like one long +flash, and the thunder never stopped. I staggered on and floundered on, +and slipped down and got up again, all the time just saying to myself, +'The baby! the baby!--if I could only reach him and find him alive!' + +"Then it seemed as if night came down all at once. It got dark in one +minute, and I heard a horrible roaring sound behind me--louder than all +the thunder. I heard a long, rattling crash, and then another. It was +Mrs. Hathaway's house and barn going to pieces, but I didn't know it +then. I heard people scream; I heard all sorts of things whizzing about +me, but it was too dark to see much. Things came striking against me, +and soon a heavy thing came banging against me on one side, and just as +I was falling down something seemed to pick me up, and I was whirled and +twisted round and round, till I didn't know anything more. + +"When I opened my eyes the rain was falling on my face. It was lighter, +and I saw boards and timbers, and trees and branches and bushes, lying +all about me. I was in a field not far from home. I felt dizzy, and +didn't remember anything at first, and then I thought of little Harry, +and sprang up to run to him. But, oh, how sick and sore I felt! When I +tried to lift a heavy branch which was lying partly over me, I could +raise only one of my arms. + +"But my feet were all right, and I ran as fast as I could toward home. I +saw my father in the road in front of the house, looking up and down, +with a white, frightened face. He hurried toward me. + +"'Where have you been, child?' he said. 'I must go to see if anything +has happened to your mother, but I could not go till I knew you and +Harry were safe-- Why, dear, you are hurt!' + +"But I ran past him, crying, 'The baby, father, he's in the +hammock--come quick!' + +"When we got round to the grove I screamed at what I saw. The trees lay +about as if a scythe had mown them down. I hardly knew the place, or +where to look for Harry. + +"One of the trees the hammock was tied to was lying exactly where I had +left my little brother. Another tree was blown right across it. Father +did not stop to look, but called the hired man, and they brought axes +and saws. I stooped down and listened, though I felt sure the dear +little one must be dead. But I heard a sad little sob, as if he had +cried till he was worn out. I was so glad, I got up and danced. But +father shook his head and said, 'He's alive, but how do we know how he +may be hurt.' They chopped away at the branches, while I held my breath, +oh, how long, _long_ it seemed to wait! I crouched down and crept as +near the baby as I could. I called to him, and he gave a pitiful little +cry; he expected me to take him at once, and I was glad he got angry +because he had to wait. He tried to free himself from the hammock, and I +began to hope he might not be much hurt. + +"At last a great branch was taken away, and I got closer to him. I +called father, and we looked under, and I heard him say, 'Thank God!' + +"There the darling was, in a kind of little bower made by two big +branches which came down on each side of him. They had saved him when +the other tree fell. His forehead was scratched deeply, but nothing else +ailed him. Father reached in and cut away the hammock with his knife, +and drew him out with hands that shook as if he had an ague fit. The +little fellow held out his arms to me; but as I tried to take him my +strength all seemed to go away. I grew dizzy, and fell down. Bridget +took the child, and father carried me in and laid me on a bed. + +"Then he and Bridget tried to get us into dry clothes. But I cried out +every time they touched me, till father was nearly at his wits' end. I +called aloud for mother. I knew she would not hurt me so. + +"'I will go now and see where she is, dear,' father said at last, wiping +his forehead. 'The good Lord only knows where she may be--and the little +ones. I'll bring some one to help you, poor child.' + +"The sun was shining brightly again by this time, but as I lay there, +with a great deal of pain in my arm and head, I seemed to feel that +black storm coming after me yet. The roar, roar, roar kept on in my +head, and the bed was whirling up in the clouds with me, and Mary +Hathaway was holding me, while some one pelted me with the stars; and +mother said, 'Oh, my poor darling--look at her head!' + +"Then the moon peeped at me, and said, 'Her arm is broken in two +places.' + +"It was the doctor who said this, and mother had really come to me. +After that I seemed to be climbing and climbing through trees--oh, so +long! I kept on for years, always hunting for little Harry, hearing him +cry for me, and never able to reach him. But at last I saw a light--I +had been in the dark all the time--and I struggled toward it, and looked +out. Mother was there, but not Harry. + +"'Where is he?' I cried. + +"'Who, dear?' she said. + +"'Why, the baby--little Harry,' I said. 'I was almost up to him.' + +"'Here he is.' + +"She lifted him up to me, and I tried to take him, but I could not raise +myself, and was glad to find that I was in my own bed. I went off into a +long sleep, and when I awoke I didn't want anything except to lie quiet +and know mother was caring for me, and that Harry sometimes came +toddling into my room, for he had learned to walk during the long weeks +I had been sick. + +"Well, that is about all there is of it. My arm was a long time getting +well, and will always be crooked, like this. The doctor said it would +have got entirely well if it had not been for the fever. + +"But, dear me, how much thinking I did when my head got clear enough to +think! When I was out in the storm all I had ever heard about the wrath +of God on the children of disobedience seemed to come back to me. How I +was punished! If I had been faithful to my duty, I should have been safe +at home when the storm came. I shall always feel as if I knew something +of that awful wrath, for wasn't I taken up in God's terrible hand? + +"When I was getting well I began to wonder why Mary Hathaway never came +to see me. Mother put off telling me as long as she could that she and a +younger sister had been killed in a moment by the falling of their +house, and that Mrs. Hathaway was crippled for life. None of us had been +hurt but me. Mother had got beyond the track of the worst part of the +storm, but her horse was killed by the lightning. Father lost his barns, +most of his stock, and nearly all his crops. + +"That's the story of the terrible tornado. Its path was not more than +half a mile wide, and it was all over in less than half an hour. Mother +says I grew five years older on that day, and I think she is right." + + + + +"MOONSHINERS." + +BY E. H. MILLER. + + +CHAPTER I. + +CONNY LOSES HIS FATHER. + +Dr. Hunter was riding leisurely on his morning rounds among the few +people who managed to be sick at Dunsmore in spite of the clear sweet +air that carried the balmy scent of the forests into all its pleasant +valleys. Under the seat of his sulky was his little old-fashioned box of +medicines, and close at his hand a tin box containing what was in the +doctor's eyes quite as valuable--a specimen of a rare plant which he had +discovered in a cleft of gray rock, and secured at the cost of some +pretty hard climbing. The road upon which he was driving wound along the +mountain-side, and he could look down upon the tops of the trees below, +noting here and there the scattered buildings and stacks of feed that +marked some little farm in a clearing, and from the very densest spot of +all a faint thread of blue smoke rising above the trees. He had often +noticed it, and more than once had asked about it, but no one gave him +any satisfactory answer. You would have supposed that of all the men and +women in Dunsmore not one had even chanced to see that smoke until the +doctor's eyes had spied it. + +"Smoke, sor?--so it be," said old Timothy, with a great pretense of +straining his eyes to see it. "It's a fire in the woods, belike. Some +tramping fellows on a hunt." + +"It is always in one spot," said the doctor, "though sometimes it +disappears for weeks. Is there any road that way?" + +"Not the track of a squurl, yer honor. There's not a wilder bit in all +the State, I'm thinkin'." + +"I believe one might find a way on horseback," said the doctor, "and I +shall try it some day." + +"Ye'd best not do it. I'd be loath to see ye leaving a good trade for a +bad one." Timothy grasped his hickory cane, and shook his grizzled head +at the doctor. Then, coming a step nearer, he whispered, +"_Moonshiners_." + +"To be sure," said the doctor, turning again to look at the smoke. + +"It's a bad business," said Timothy, carefully studying the doctor's +face. + +"Yes, it's a bad business, making whiskey, or selling it, or drinking +it; but paying a tax to the government does not make it any better. I +believe every dollar that comes to the government from such a source is +a curse." + +Timothy drew a long breath. + +"You're right, sor. I'm not beholden to the stuff myself; but yer +honor's done me a good turn, and I couldn't see ye bringin' trouble on +yerself by askin' too many questions. It mightn't be--pop'lar, sor." + +The doctor asked no more questions, but he watched the blue smoke more +curiously than ever, wondering much about the outlaws who carried on +their secret trade in the mountain fastnesses. He had been thinking of +them that very morning as he rode along, with the reins lying loosely on +his knee, when suddenly Prince gave a start that roused his driver. A +small figure stepped out from the shadow of a rock, and stood close +beside the gig, saying, + +"Would you come to my feyther, sir?" + +"Who is your father?" asked the doctor. + +"He's sick this three days," answered the boy. + +"What is his name? Where do you live?" + +"It's not far, sir," said the boy, without answering the question. + +"Well, jump in here;" and the doctor held down his hand. + +"Ye'll not be riding, sir; it's a bit off the road." + +The doctor hesitated a moment, then fastened Prince securely in the edge +of the woods, and with his box in his hand prepared to follow his guide. + +"Now, then, Johnny, go ahead." + +"My name is Conny, sir," said the boy. + +"Conny, is it? And what else?" + +"Just Conny, sir;" and the boy led the way rapidly through what looked +like a pathless tangle, until below a sharp ledge of rocks they struck a +little stream by whose side they found a narrow but easy passage into +the very heart of the wood. + +[Illustration: "THEY CAME UPON A SMALL WEATHER-BEATEN CABIN."] + +"Surely no human being can live here," thought the doctor; but at that +very moment they came upon a small weather-beaten cabin, so low and gray +that one might easily have passed it unnoticed among the rocks that hung +over it, and the bushes that crowded around and in front of it. The +roof, thatched with bark, had fallen in at one end, and the place looked +as if it might have been forsaken for years. But the boy led him around +to the rear, and they entered quite a comfortable room, with a decent +bed in one corner, on which a man was lying with his face to the wall. + +"Feyther," said the boy, "I've brought the doctor to ye." + +The man neither moved nor answered, and the doctor, going up to the bed, +was shocked to see that he was dead. He turned to Conny and asked, "Has +your father been long sick?" + +"Always sick, sir. He couldn't work at the North, and they told him if +he came here the air would cure him, and the smell of the trees, but he +coughed just the same." + +"Where is your mother?" + +"Dead, sir." + +"And there is no one but you and your father?" + +"Only us two, sir." + +"Conny," said the doctor, slowly, "I am afraid your father is dead." + +Conny did not answer for a moment, but his thin brown face settled into +a look of disappointment. + +"He said he should die, sir, and nothing could save him, but I thought +maybe if you came-- Couldn't you try something? They brought Black Joe +round when he'd been long in the water, and was dead and cold--brought +him round with rubbing, and stuff they put in his mouth. Isn't there +something in your box that'll do it?" + +"Nothing," said the doctor; "he is quite dead, my boy. You had better +come with me, and I will send some one to attend to your father." + +But no persuasion could induce Conny to leave the cabin, and the doctor +was forced to return without him. For a quiet man, the doctor was +greatly excited over the mystery of the little cabin, but old Timothy +said, coolly, "That would be Sandy McConnell: one o' the moonshiners: +varmint, all on 'em." + +"But, Timothy, some one must see that he has a decent burial, and if +you'll take a couple of men with you, and go down there--" + +"Wait till to-morrow morning," said Timothy, significantly. "The birds +of the air 'tend to their own funerals." + +A terrific storm that swept over the mountains that afternoon compelled +the doctor to follow Timothy's advice. The next morning, when they +succeeded, with much difficulty, in finding their way through the +tangle, the cabin was empty of every trace of human occupancy, and +almost seemed as if it might have been undisturbed since the +wood-choppers abandoned it. Under a great pine, a few rods away, they +found a new-made grave, carefully sodded, and bound over, in old-country +fashion, with green withes. + +"The moonshiners have buried him," said Timothy. "I told ye, sor, they'd +see to their own funerals." + +"I wish I knew what had become of the boy," said the doctor, as they +slowly picked their way upward; "he seemed such a quaint, old-fashioned +little chap." + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX] + + + BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. + + About the 1st of August I found some big worms crawling on an + ailantus-tree in our yard. They were about two and a half inches + long, of a pale green color, with white humps all over them, and + beautiful blue spots on their heads. Mamma caught them for me, and + we put them on a board with some ailantus leaves, and turned a + large wire sieve over them. Every morning I gave them fresh leaves + to eat, and in two or three days they began to spin themselves + into cocoons. Some rolled themselves up in the leaves, while + others clung to the side of the sieve, covering themselves at + first with a thin white film, through which we could see the worm + for half a day working himself back and forth. Then the film grew + so thick we could not see the worm any more. When they had all + formed cocoons mamma stood them away in a quiet place where + nothing could injure them, and I went every morning to see if + anything had come out of the cocoons. About three weeks passed, + when one morning I found three magnificent moths clinging to the + sieve. Mamma put ether on their heads, and they never moved again. + She fastened them in a box for me, and arranged the wings, and + they are just as beautiful as they can be. They spread about four + inches. The color is reddish-brown, and across the middle of the + wings there is a whitish line shading off into a clay-colored + border. In the centre of each wing there is a long reddish-white + spot, and on the tip of each fore-wing is a dark bluish eye. On + the head are delicate feathered antennæ. Mamma found a picture of + the moth in a book. We are sure it belongs to the genus _Attacus_, + and we think it is the kind called _Attacus promethia_. + + SARAH W. N. + + * * * * * + + EDNA, MINNESOTA. + + About a month ago a man caught a young whooping-crane, which I + bought of him. It is now so tame that it will eat out of my hand, + and come in the house and eat from the table, or drink out of the + water pail. I keep him tied out back of the house by a string + about two rods long, so that he can walk around. He is not a very + small bird, if he is young. His neck is about two feet long, and + his legs are very nearly the same length, and when he stands up + straight he is about five feet high. He is not fully fledged yet. + His body is now about as large as that of a goose. + + I like to write. I am not a very good writer, but I think I can be + a better one if I write a great deal. I am the lame boy whose + letters you printed in the Post-office Box last winter. + + ELMER R. BLANCHARD. + + * * * * * + + PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. + + Since my request for exchanges was published in YOUNG PEOPLE I + have received a great many letters from all parts of the United + States, and I would like to inform the correspondents that I will + answer all of them in due time. Now I am very busy. I am getting a + new book and fixing it up, my school has commenced, and I am + taking music lessons on the piano. I can play familiar tunes like + the "Racquet Polka," "Fatinitza," "Pinafore," and others. I am + also taking German lessons. + + WILLIE H. SCHERZER. + + * * * * * + + Clarence L. can buy silk-worms, and obtain all information in + regard to them, at the southwest corner of Juniper and Chestnut + streets, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or at the Educational + Department of the Permanent Exhibition, in the same city. + + PAUL DE M. + + * * * * * + + ASHLAND, KENTUCKY. + + I have seen a real live white crow. It belongs to a gentleman + living on Big Sandy River. The white crow was seen by several + persons, who tried to shoot it. At last the gentleman who now owns + it shot it in the wing. It was not much hurt, and soon got well. + Its owner was offered three hundred dollars for it, but he would + not sell it. A good many people go to see it. + + WILLIE S. B. + + * * * * * + + RADNOR, OHIO. + + I wish some correspondent would tell me how to feather arrows. I + have made a bow and some nice arrows, but I can not feather them. + + I am making a collection of old coins. Are any other + correspondents doing the same? + + B. I. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I am ten years old. I have no pets + except a canary named David. I would like to know what to feed him + with besides sugar and seed, for I think he must be tired of + eating those all the time. + + I have a collection of stamps. I like the Post-office Box ever so + much. + + ANN A. N. + +Too much sugar is not good for your canary. You can vary his diet by +giving him a leaf of fresh lettuce about once a week, or a bit of hard +cracker to pick at. Whole oatmeal or grits, and a piece of apple or pear +occasionally, are healthy food. These tidbits must be given sparingly, +for if the bird eats them constantly it will grow so fat that it can not +sing. The staple food should be canary seed mixed with rape, and there +must always be a piece of cuttle-fish fastened in the cage. + + * * * * * + + MATTAPOISETT, MASSACHUSETTS. + + Here is a spelling game I invented, which may be played by two or + more persons. The first player, who may be chosen by lot, proposes + two letters, as, for example, c o. Then each player must in turn + call a word beginning with those letters, as come. A player is + beaten if he says a word beginning with any other than the letters + named, or calls a word already given, or a meaningless word, or, + when only two are playing, if his opponent makes two correct words + while he is thinking of his. The addition of s is not considered + to form a new word where it merely constitutes a plural. + + I made a salt-water aquarium five days ago, and it is all right. I + have two eels, one minnow, and five other fish, some hermit-crabs, + scallops, and periwinkles. I had a pipe-fish, but it died soon + after I put it in. I use a small wash-tub for the aquarium, with + sand on the bottom. I had two minnows at first, but this morning I + found one on the floor, dead. What do you suppose made it jump + out? There is sea-lettuce in the water, so there must be enough + air. How long must the aquarium stand in the sun for the ulva to + work? And with what shall I feed the crabs? + + W. A. + +The directions in the paper on "A Salt-water Aquarium," in YOUNG PEOPLE +No 42, are as clear as it is possible to give them, but they must be +supplemented by experience, which, if you persevere, you will very soon +gain. The ulva will work in an hour's time when placed in the sun, as +you will see by the rising of the tiny air-bubbles, but it may be +necessary to renew the exposure to the sun for a short time each day, +always taking care that the temperature of the water is not too much +increased. If your crabs will not eat bits of clam, try them with tiny +mouthfuls of fish. Be careful to allow no uneaten food to remain in the +water. Experience, which you will quickly gain, will insure you success. + + * * * * * + + I have a great many German, French, Austrian, and English postage + stamps, and would like to exchange with any who are beginning a + collection. I can get all kinds of stamps. + + I am a native of England. I have been two years in America, and I + think it is a very nice country. + + FRANK B. WESTWOOD, + P. O. Box 4574, New York City. + + * * * * * + + I am nearly twelve years old, and I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. + + I am making a collection of postage stamps, and would like to + exchange with any other boy. + + I can not get many kinds of stamps in this out-of-the-way place. + + HORACE RANDOLPH, + Sherman, Grayson County, Texas. + + * * * * * + + I come from the far South, where I spend the winter in New + Orleans. I am collecting postage stamps, and would like to + exchange with any readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + EDWARD L. HUNT, + Barrytown, Dutchess County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and think it is a splendid paper for + boys and girls. + + I have a collection of postage stamps, and would like to exchange + with any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + HENRY A. BLAKESLEY, + 54 West Eighth Street, Topeka, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + I think YOUNG PEOPLE is the best paper that I ever read, and I + think the Post-office Box is one of the nicest things in it. + + I am collecting relics and minerals, and would like to exchange + petrified wood for relics. I will also exchange a + chimney-swallow's egg for the egg of any bird except a robin, blue + jay, or chipping sparrow. + + W. A. WEBSTER, + 394 Clinton Avenue, Brooklyn, New York. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange birds' eggs with any of the readers of + YOUNG PEOPLE. Correspondents will please state what kind of eggs + they have to exchange, and what they would like in return. + + GUSSIE HARTMAN, + 65 Cass Street, Chicago, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange postmarks for stamps with any of the + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + GEORGE G. OMERLY, + 616 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. + + * * * * * + + I must write, dear YOUNG PEOPLE, to tell you how I love you. + Through you I have made the acquaintance of little "Wee Tot." I + have sent her some Lake Michigan shells, and she has sent me some + lovely ocean curiosities, some of which are star-fishes, + sea-urchins, and beautiful shells. + + I would like to exchange slips of wax-plant, sweet-scented + geranium, and fuchsias with any readers for more ocean + curiosities, only I wish some one would please tell me how to send + them safely. + + ANNA WIERUM, + 495 West Twelfth Street, Chicago, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I like to read history, and about brave men, and I think "The + Story of the American Navy" is splendid. + + I am collecting postage stamps, and have over one hundred + duplicates, which I would like to exchange with the readers of + YOUNG PEOPLE. + + ROBERT LAMP, + Care of William Lamp, Madison, Wisconsin. + + * * * * * + + My sister takes YOUNG PEOPLE, and I read it every week. The story + of "The Moral Pirates" was splendid. I work out all the puzzles, + and read the stories and the letters. + + I would like to exchange stamps and birds' eggs with any of the + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + OSCAR RAUCHFUSS, + Golconda, Pope County, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I have been taking HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE from our news-dealer, and + I find it a very interesting and instructive paper for the young. + + I will exchange foreign postage stamps and United States postage + and revenue stamps with the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + ALEXANDER A. REEVES, + Emporia, Lyon County, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange a specimen of the soil of Georgia for + some of the soil of any other State. + + JAMES L. JOHNSON, + 76 Jones Street, Savannah, Georgia. + + * * * * * + + I am collecting birds' eggs, and have about one hundred varieties, + but I need eggs of hawks, owls, eagles, whip-poor-wills, quails, + partridges, prairie-hens, terns, snipes, plovers, gulls, finches, + divers, loons, and other birds, and also the nest and egg of the + humming-bird. I have a collection of nearly six hundred stamps, + which I will exchange for birds' eggs or Indian relics. + + HARRY F. HAINES, + 1259 Waverley Place, Elizabeth, New Jersey. + + * * * * * + + Papa takes HARPER'S BAZAR, WEEKLY, and MAGAZINE for himself and + mamma, and YOUNG PEOPLE for sister Mabel and me. We think it is a + splendid little paper. + + I have twenty different kinds of flower seeds, and would like to + exchange with some little girls in the far West and South. + + GRACE DENTON, + 114 Thirty-ninth Street, South Brooklyn, + Kings County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I shall be very grateful if any correspondents who can will send + me specimens of minerals or fossil formations in exchange for the + beautiful quartz crystals that we find imbedded in the rock at + this place. I am also anxious to get some pretty shells, + especially from the Southern and Western coasts. I will return any + excess of postage on packages. + + SUSIE C. BENEDICT, + Little Falls, Herkimer County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I have a nice collection of curiosities, and if Ida B. D., of + California, will kindly send me some shells from the Pacific + coast, especially some abalone shells, and some sea-mosses, I will + exchange any of my curiosities for them. My curiosities consist of + stalactites, stalagmites, conglomerates, crystals, Indian + arrow-heads (some of which are broken), gypsum, iron ore, and a + great many pretty pebbles and stones that I find on the sand-bars + along Green River. If she sends me any specimens, will she please + mark the name and where each one is from? + + JOHN H. BARTLETT, Jun., + Greensburgh, Green County, Kentucky. + + * * * * * + +JESSE HARGRAVE.--The poet alluded to by Scott in the forty-first chapter +of _The Heart of Mid-Lothian_, as "him of the laurel wreath," was Robert +Southey, who was appointed poet laureate of England in 1813. The lines +quoted are from Southey's poem of "Thalaba the Destroyer," eleventh +book, thirty-sixth stanza. + + * * * * * + +W. W. S.--Many thanks for your kind attention in sending us the +interesting facts concerning the nesting of English sparrows in trees. +These little foreigners will pile the mass of dried grass, hair, and +other rubbish which composes their nest, on any ledge or shelf which +will support it, and if a decayed stump or deserted nest affords such +support, they are quite as ready to use it as they are to take +possession of the little houses which kind hands fasten to the branches +of trees. They will also build in woodbine and ivy, the strong branches +of which, clinging to the brick or stone wall, form a solid support, +quite as good as the ledge over a window or door. Almost any corner is +acceptable to these little fellows. A lady who had been absent from the +city during the summer, on returning home found one of her chamber +windows taken full possession of by the sparrows. The blinds had been +closed, and the space between them and the window was stuffed full of +rubbish, the birds using an open slat as an entrance to their cozy home. +We know of no instance where sparrows have woven an independent nest, +and fastened it to the branches of a tree, and for that reason we have +not classed them among birds that build their nests in trees. + + * * * * * + +W., F., and S.--To make a boat scup set two upright posts firmly in the +ground about four or five feet apart. Connect them at the top by a +strong bar, across which at the centre fasten another bar at right +angles. The boat, which should have a seat at each end, is hung by four +stout ropes, one to each corner, so as to balance well, to the +connecting bar. A rope passing from each end of the cross-bar enables +the occupants to swing the boat forward and backward. The upright posts +should be well braced. If you can visit some park or picnic ground where +one of these swings is in operation, you will understand better how to +build one. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM F. S.--The coins you describe belong to the class known as +business tokens. They are issued by private parties, and are valueless. + + * * * * * + +CLARENCE E. and F. B. W.--You can get the back numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE +you require by forwarding the necessary amount to the publishers, with +your full address. They will cost four cents for each copy. + + * * * * * + +EDDIE DE LIMA.--The oldest text-book on arithmetic employing the Arabian +or Indian figures (those at present in use), and the decimal system, is +that of Avicenna, an Arabian physician who lived in Bokhara about A.D. +1000. It was found in manuscript in the library at Cairo, Egypt, and +contains, besides the rules for addition, subtraction, multiplication, +and division, many peculiar properties of numbers. It was not until the +seventeenth century that arithmetic became a regular branch of common +education. + + * * * * * + +CAPTAIN FRANK.--The average price of a boy's bicycle is from twenty-five +to fifty dollars. Very small sizes may be obtained at a lower price. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Lizzie Gieselberg, H. N. Dawson, John R. +Blake, C. D. Nicholas, Carrie Hard, Lilian McDowell, Nellie Rossman, +Henry Coleman, Annie M. Douglas, Aggie M. Mason, Madgie W. B., Sallie R. +Ely, Dora Williams, M. W. D., Mary McWhorter. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Olive Russell, "Chiquot," +Minnie H. Ingham, Sidney Abenheim, Emma Shaffer, Edward L. Hunt, Allie +Maxwell, George Volckhausen. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +UNITED DIAMONDS. + +1. In September. An ancient water vessel. An article of food. A domestic +animal. In December. + +2. In February. A part of the body. A product. To blend. In August. +Centrals of diamonds read across give a valuable natural product much +used in the East Indies. + + HENRY. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in empty, but not in full. + My second is in rope, but not in pull. + My third is in light, but not in dark. + My fourth is in silent, but not in hark. + My fifth is in drop, but not in fall. + My sixth is in high, but not in tall. + My seventh is in stool, but not in chair. + My eighth is in mend, but not in tear. + My ninth is in circle, but not in ring. + My whole is a new and wonderful thing. + + S. T. H. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +NUMERICAL CHARADES. + +1. I am an ancient Greek astronomer composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3 +is a part of the body. My 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 is to dry up. My 9, 10 is a +pronoun. + + F. W. + +2. I am an ancient Greek comedian composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a poetic narrative. My 5, 6, 7, 8 is injury. My 9, 10 is a pronoun. + +3. I am an ancient Greek historian composed of 9 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a great warrior. My 5, 6, 7 is a small spot. My 8, 9 is a pronoun. + + S. C. H. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARES. + +1. First, froth. Second, one of the United States. Third, designs. +Fourth, a vegetable growth. + + FRANK. + +2. First, a ship famous in ancient legend. Second, to harvest. Third, +festive. Fourth, a precious stone. + + LUCY. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 44. + +No. 1. + +Esquimau. + +No. 2. + + S T E M + T O G A + E G E R + M A R K + +No. 3. + + R ocheste R + H indoo-Coos H + O b I + N anki N + E ri E + +Rhone, Rhine. + +No. 4. + +Chair, hair, air. + +No. 5. + + R + N U T + R U L E R + T E N + R + +No. 6. + +1. Hyacinth. 2. 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While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools, +its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for +family reading. + +The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who +desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in +teaching quite young children, especially in schools. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: Fig. 1.] + +[Illustration: Fig. 2.] + +WALTZING FAIRY. + + +A very pretty toy, and easily made, is this Waltzing Fairy. It may be +familiar to some of our readers, but will be new to a great many more. + +Cut a doll out of a good-sized cork--one from a Champagne bottle is +best, because broader at the base; into this base insert a number of +stout bristles, as in Fig. 1. If you can not procure bristles, fine +broom-corn will answer the purpose. + +Dress this cork body (Fig. 2), taking care to make the dress just so +long that it will not touch the ground. Place this doll on the top or +sounding-board of the piano when any one is playing, and it will dance +about in a very graceful manner. + +If placed on a smooth tea-tray, and the tray tilted a little at one end, +the doll will waltz across the tray in lady-like style. + + + + +CHARADE. + + +I. + + A gentleman once, with his children and wife, + Fled away from a town that was burning, + By command of a friend, who added that life + Must depend on their never back turning. + The lady, alas! like her grandmother Eve, + With a longing for knowledge is curst: + She turns to behold--it is hard to believe-- + And is pillared straightway in my _first_. + +II. + + An elderly female in gorgeous array + Promenades in the streets of Verona; + She is seeking a heart, which has wandered astray, + To the serious loss of its owner. + _Her_ heart is all safe; but her sense of her charms + Is still great--for what woman e'er lost it?-- + So my _second_ precedes her t'allay her alarms, + And to speak in her stead if accosted. + +III. + + The battle's done; the chieftain's in his tent, + And glories in the victory he has won. + He dreams of plaudits by his sovereign sent-- + When, lo! appears a curled perfumed one, + Who claims to be the herald from the King; + Who prates of war, though ne'er a squadron led; + And says but for my _whole_--the villainous thing-- + He too had worn a helmet on his head. + + * * * * * + +=How Salt was formerly Made.=--The art of making salt was known in very +early times to the Gauls and the Germans. The process was very simple, +for they did nothing more than throw the salt-water on burning wood, +where it evaporated, and left the salt adhering to the ashes or +charcoal. The ancient Britons probably extracted the salt by the same +method, for in the Cheshire salt-springs pieces of half-burned wood have +been frequently dug up. The Romans made salt a source of revenue six +hundred and forty years before the birth of Christ. Part of the pay of +the Roman soldiers was made in salt, which was thus called _salarium_, +whence we derive the word "salary." + + + + +THE MARINER'S PUZZLE. + + +[Illustration] + +A mariner at sea discovered, while in a storm, that a square hole had +been made in the bow of his ship by the displacement of a piece of +plank. This must be immediately closed to stop the inflow of water. The +only piece of plank he had on board was in the form of two connected +squares, as represented in the annexed diagram. + +Either of these squares was too small to fill the space, but the two +parts, reduced to one single square, would give him a plank of the size +required. This he obtained by making two straight cuts with his saw +through the plank. + +In what direction were the cuts made? + + + + +MEADOW-QUAKERS. + + + In the early autumn + Come the Meadow-Quakers; + Not the Shakers, not the Shakers-- + No, no, no. + These quiet little people + Stand straight as a church steeple, + And no one ever saw them come + Or ever saw them go. + + White their hats and broad-brimmed, + Lined with pale pink lining, + On them dew-drops often shining-- + Yes, yes, yes. + No butterfly goes near them, + No brown bee hums to cheer them, + And what these Quaker folks are called + I want you all to guess. + + + + +[Illustration: "Oh dear! 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, September 21, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 17, 2009 [EBook #29148] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HOW_TED_AND_KITTY_CAMPED_OUT"><b>HOW TED AND KITTY CAMPED OUT.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OLD_TIMES_IN_THE_COLONIES"><b>OLD TIMES IN THE COLONIES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#WHO_WAS_PAUL_GRAYSON"><b>WHO WAS PAUL GRAYSON?</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HOW_A_CRAB_CHANGES_HIS_CLOTHES"><b>HOW A CRAB CHANGES HIS CLOTHES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_INVENTION_OF_STEEL_PENS"><b>THE INVENTION OF STEEL PENS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUT_IN_THE_STORM"><b>OUT IN THE STORM.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#MOONSHINERS"><b>"MOONSHINERS."</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#WALTZING_FAIRY"><b>WALTZING FAIRY.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHARADE"><b>CHARADE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_MARINERS_PUZZLE"><b>THE MARINER'S PUZZLE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#MEADOW-QUAKERS"><b>MEADOW-QUAKERS.</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_681" id="Page_681">[Pg 681]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="382" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 47.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, September 21, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="HOW_TED_AND_KITTY_CAMPED_OUT" id="HOW_TED_AND_KITTY_CAMPED_OUT"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="700" height="681" alt="TED AND KITTY MAKING A FIRE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">TED AND KITTY MAKING A FIRE.</span> +</div> + +<h2>HOW TED AND KITTY CAMPED OUT.</h2> + +<h3>BY EMILY H. LELAND.</h3> + +<p>Kitty was eight years old, and Ted was seven. They had always lived on a +large farm, and knew all about birds and squirrels, and the different +kinds of trees, and how to make bonfires and little stone ovens; and +they could shoot with bows and arrows, and swim, and climb trees, and +split kindlings, and take care of chickens and ducks and turkeys, and do +a great many jolly and useful things which city children hardly get even +a chance to do. Well, once when they went on a visit with some cousins +to an uncle's on the other side of "Big Woodsy," as they called the +mountain, they did not get home that night.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_682" id="Page_682">[Pg 682]</a></span></p> + +<p>The uncle thought they had gone home, and the father and mother thought +they had remained overnight at the uncle's. So nothing was done about it +until noon next day, when the uncle came jogging over on horseback to +look at a cow he thought of buying, and the mother asked him if Ted and +Kitty were not making too long a visit.</p> + +<p>Then the uncle said, "Good gracious! they are not at our house; they +started for home last night, along with the Elderkins, I think."</p> + +<p>Then the mother turned very pale, and said, in a faint voice, "They are +lost!"</p> + +<p>"Oh no," said the uncle, "not a bit of it. The Elderkins coaxed 'em home +with them, of course. I'll ride round their way when I go back and start +'em home."</p> + +<p>But the pale look wouldn't leave the mother's face, and in a short time +who should come but the Elderkins themselves, to spend the afternoon, +they said, with Ted and Kitty. Then there was a fright indeed. The +father walked down to the gate, and looked anxiously up the long winding +mountain road, as if that would do any good, and the mother followed +him, calling out,</p> + +<p>"Oh, John! John! where <i>are</i> our children?"</p> + +<p>The uncle rode off in one direction, and the father quickly saddled a +horse and rode in another, to inquire at all the farm-houses if anything +had been seen of Ted and Kitty Curtis. And no one had seen them. All the +Elderkins had to say was that Ted and Kitty had told them there was a +nearer way to reach home than by following the dusty, roundabout road, +and they had run off through the woods to find it. The Elderkins chose +to follow the road, because they had on their new lawn dresses trimmed +with torchon, and "didn't want to get all scrambled up by the briers."</p> + +<p>So while the uncle and the father and all the neighbors were hunting up +and down the forest, and the mother was staying in the house, with dear, +calm grandma and the little twin babies to keep her from going <i>quite</i> +crazy, I will tell you what Ted and Kitty were doing in the Big Woodsy.</p> + +<p>After they had run on quite a way, the bushes and brambles began to be +so thick they were obliged to drop into a walk, and finally to climb and +crawl as best they might, for they never found the "nearer way," and the +ground was covered with fallen trees and rocks, while the briers caught +them sometimes as if they never meant to let go.</p> + +<p>By-and-by the pleasant light of sunset began to fade away, and they sat +down to rest on a mossy log, and looked at each other very soberly.</p> + +<p>"I don't know which way we ought to go," said Kitty.</p> + +<p>"No more don't I," said Ted.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, we must stay right where we are, 'stead of trying to go on. +'Cause, don't you know, lost people always go round and round and round +and never get anywhere, and just wear their shoes out, and get tired and +hungry, and nobody ever can find 'em. You ain't afraid, are you, Teddy?"</p> + +<p>"No—o!" answered Ted, with scornful emphasis; "course not! Why, it's +only just camping out. We've always wanted to camp out, you know. An' +it's warm, an' there's but'nuts, an'—an'—maybe we'll find a pattridge +nest," and Ted looked around at the deepening shadows, and bravely +winked back the two tears that had gathered in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"You know there isn't anything in these woods that can hurt us," said +Kitty, cheerfully. "Papa said there was no use for those hunters to come +here last year, 'cause there's nothing bigger'n woodchucks anywhere +round."</p> + +<p>"But somebody killed a bear here the summer I was a baby," said Ted.</p> + +<p>"Yes, but he was the last—the very last—and it's just as nice and safe +here as if we's camping out in our orchard. And let's fix up a house +right away. Let's play we've gone West and got some land of our own."</p> + +<p>Then the two children went to work. They were scared a little, in spite +of their brave talk, but they were soon so interested in their +camp-building that they forgot their fear. First they cleared away the +sticks and stones beside the log where they were sitting. Then they +pulled large pieces of bark from a partly fallen tree, and leaned them +against the log, making a shelter large enough for a very small +sleeping-room. Over the bark they laid boughs of butternut and maple, +with long sticks placed crossways to keep them in place. Then by the +time they had gathered a few armfuls of dry leaves to place underneath, +it was quite dusk, and too late for any more work.</p> + +<p>"Won't we get bugs in our ears?" asked Ted, peeping into the queer +little bedroom.</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll tie our hankchifs over our ears. And we'll only take off +our shoes, 'cause we're just emigrants, you know."</p> + +<p>"I—I wish it wasn't quite so dark," said Ted, faintly.</p> + +<p>"But the moon will be up right away," said brave Kitty; "and maybe we'll +hear owls. We won't mind hearing owls, will we?"</p> + +<p>"Course not," said Ted.</p> + +<p>In a very short time the shoes were off, the handkerchiefs tied on, and +the two tired children cuddled up in their wigwam, with Kitty's apron +over their shoulders for a blanket.</p> + +<p>"The Lord is here just as much as He's—He's in the Methodist church," +said Kitty.</p> + +<p>"Course He is," said Ted; and with this comforting thought they were +soon asleep.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Morning came earlier in the woods than in the quiet bedrooms at home. +Birds were twittering around the little camp before sunrise, the breeze +blew noisily through the low-hanging branches, and the children were +awake before the night shadows were quite gone.</p> + +<p>"Papa'll be sure to find us to-day," said Kitty, after they had crawled +out of their nest. "We must have all the emigrant fun we can, for we'll +only be Ted and Kitty after we get home."</p> + +<p>"What do em'grants have for their breakfast, I wonder?" asked Ted.</p> + +<p>"Oh, they—look around for things. Sometimes they have just butternuts, +I guess," answered Kitty, while she slipped on her shoes.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, let's have but'nuts—and lots of them," said hungry Ted.</p> + +<p>So Kitty, who was a nice tidy girl about everything, looked around until +she found a clean flat rock for a table; and while they were gathering +their breakfast from the nearest butternut-trees, they came across a +tiny little spring that bubbled out from under a ledge, and slipped away +in a small stream down the mountain-side.</p> + +<p>"Oh, isn't it cute?" said Kitty. "We'll build our cabin right here, and +we'll play this is our water-power, and build a mill too. I'll be Mr. +Brown, and you may be the Co.—Brown & Co., you know."</p> + +<p>After a good drink of the clear, cold water from a cup made of a +basswood leaf, they washed faces and hands, and went to the flat rock +for breakfast. The butternuts were not quite ripe; they stained fingers, +and they were hard to crack—with just a stone for a hammer—but there +were "lots of them," as Ted had requested.</p> + +<p>All the long bright forenoon they worked about their water-power, +putting up an extensive mill of stones and sticks, and having no trouble +at all, except when Ted got tired of being called "Co.," and insisted on +being Mr. Brown a part of the time at least, in spite of Kitty's +argument that the youngest ought always to be Co.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_683" id="Page_683">[Pg 683]</a></span></p> + +<p>So, about one o'clock, when their father and uncle were galloping here +and there in search of them, they were sitting at their rock table +cracking more nuts, and listening proudly to the mimic roar of the water +going over the dam they had just completed.</p> + +<p>Sometimes they heard faint echoes and queer hootings off in the +distance. "We'll play it's Indians, and we're hiding from them," said +Kitty, never dreaming that all the men in the neighborhood of her home +were hunting and hallooing through the forest for two very lost +children. Once, when the shouts came quite near, the echoes mixed up +things, so that Kitty was almost frightened, and drew her brother into +the shelter of some thick bushes. "It sounds like a crazy man," she +said.</p> + +<p>After a while the noise slowly died away down the mountain-side, and the +woods seemed more comfortable to Kitty. But sunset drew near, and still +there came no cheerful father-voice. The supper of butternuts was not a +very jolly one. Ted tried to be brave, but finally he dropped his face +into his elbow and wailed forth, "I want some bread and butter," and +cried loud and long.</p> + +<p>"If we only had matches," sobbed Kitty, after Ted's cries had hushed a +little, "we could make a fire, and—and maybe find something to roast."</p> + +<p>Ted stopped crying by trying very hard, and began to examine his +pockets. The prospect of a bonfire is cheering even to a hungry boy. +First a dull jackknife was laid on the rock, then two nails, then a +little rusty hinge, then a piece of slate-pencil, then a brass button +with an eagle on it, then more slate-pencil, then a piece of string +wound into a ball, then half of a match—the end that wouldn't go! Then +happily he thought of his inside pocket, and the hole that was in it! +Feeling along the lining of his jacket, there in its corner was +something which might be—yes, it <i>was</i> a match!</p> + +<p>"We won't care very much about it anyway," said experienced Kitty, "and +then it will be more apt to burn." Nevertheless, after they had piled up +some dry leaves, and laid birch "quirls" and small sticks over the top, +she struck the match across the sole of her shoe, shielded it with her +hand, and watched it anxiously. The little blue light quivered, paled, +almost went out, and then leaped cheerfully upon a dry leaf, and in an +instant the pile was alive with snaps and sparkles and dancing flames. +The children gave quite a merry shout.</p> + +<p>"And now what'll we roast?" said poor Ted.</p> + +<p>"We must fix the fire so it won't spread first," said Kitty; and she +carefully scraped away all the leaves and sticks that were near. Then +she took her brother's hand, and started to look for she hardly knew +what, but trying with all her motherly little heart to think of +something likely to be found in such a woods.</p> + +<p>"Sour grapes roasted wouldn't be very nice, but maybe they'd be a sort +of a relish, you know, Ted;" and she stopped by a tree overgrown with +wild grapes, and began looking for the not very tempting clusters.</p> + +<p>"Why, here are some that are nearly ripe. See! really purple a little."</p> + +<p>Suddenly something alive sprang out of the brambles at their feet, and +whirred away with a tremendous rush.</p> + +<p>"It's the pattridge nest, sure's you live!" said Ted, diving down among +the leaves; and after a minute's eager search they were found—two, +four, six, eight, nine speckled eggs in the cozy nest. "We'll leave one +for the poor pattridge to come back to, won't we Kit?" said Ted, swiftly +placing them in his hat.</p> + +<p>More wood was piled upon the little fire, and they waited not very +patiently for hot ashes. The eggs were rolled up in large grape leaves, +and fastened with little twigs. The sun went down, and the fire-light +began to shine brightly on the overhanging boughs and the watchful faces +of the children. Finally Kitty said it must be time, and proceeded to +push away the blazing brands, and to roll the eggs in among the glowing +ashes. She had just covered them, after a fashion, with the stick she +used for a poker, and was saying to Ted they would soon be done, when +something came crashing along through the brush, and there was a man +with a scratched face and a torn coat, and a gun on his shoulder, +standing before them.</p> + +<p>"Oh, papa," said Ted, after taking a second look at him, "mayn't we stay +until the pattridge eggs are done? 'Cause we're so hungry."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you—rascals," was all the father could say; and he was either very +tired, or else Kitty rushed upon him and hugged his knees too +vigorously, for he sank right down on the ground, and commenced wiping +his face, and his eyes seemed to need a great deal of wiping.</p> + +<p>"We didn't mean to camp out, papa," said Kitty, softly. "We only wanted +to go home the nearest way, and we couldn't find it at all; and so when +we found we were lost a little bit, we staid right where we were, so's +not to get any more lost. Wasn't that right, papa? We knew you'd find +us."</p> + +<p>"Yes, an' we knew <i>you</i> wouldn't come hollerin' round like crazy Ingins. +An' isn't the eggs done, Kit?" said Ted.</p> + +<p>"Here's things to eat—things grandma fixed for you;" and the father +quickly opened a little bundle that hung at his side. "I was so glad to +see you alive, and having a good time, that I almost forgot your lunch, +you poor Hottentots."</p> + +<p>The lunch was quickly disposed of, and after drinking two swallows +apiece of blackberry wine—which grandma sent word they must do—the +children "broke camp," and started for home, carrying the eggs in a +handkerchief.</p> + +<p>"It was a good thing you started your fire, little folks. I was just +going to give up the mountain, and follow the others down to the creek, +when I saw a smoke curling up, and I remembered your weakness for +bonfires, and so— Why, bless me! I've forgotten the signal." And the +happy father took his repeating rifle from his shoulder, and fired three +shots into the air.</p> + +<p>Pop!—pop!—pop! That meant, "Found, and alive, and well." Three or four +guns answered from the valley below; and the mother and grandma, waiting +and listening by the farm-house gate, thought they had never heard such +sweet music in all their lives.</p> + +<p>Only a quarter of a mile of very rough ground was travelled before the +children found themselves trotting along in the "nearer way" they had +tried to find the night before; and in an hour's time, after being much +kissed and very tenderly scolded, they were bathed and lying in their +clean, sweet beds, and Ted was sleepily saying to himself, "This is +nicer'n em'grants, after all."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="OLD_TIMES_IN_THE_COLONIES" id="OLD_TIMES_IN_THE_COLONIES"></a>OLD TIMES IN THE COLONIES.</h2> + +<h3>BY CHARLES CARLETON COFFIN.</h3> + +<h3>No. VI.</h3> + +<h3>LOVEWELL'S FIGHT WITH THE PIGWACKETS.</h3> + +<p>At the southern base of the White Mountains, where the river Saco winds +through green meadows, was the home of the Pigwacket Indians. Their +chief was Paugus. During the years of peace he visited the English in +Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts, and was well acquainted with +the settlers, but he liked the French better.</p> + +<p>The Jesuit Father Rale, who had converted the Kennebec Indians, made his +influence felt over all the surrounding tribes, and Paugus, through his +influence, sided with the French. He could always obtain guns, powder, +and balls at Quebec and Montreal in exchange for furs.</p> + +<p>From their wigwams on the Saco, it was easy for the Pigwackets to go +down that stream to the settlements in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_684" id="Page_684">[Pg 684]</a></span> Maine, or going southwest to the +"Smile of the Great Spirit," as they called Lake Winnipiseogee, they +could descend the Merrimac to the settlements in Massachusetts.</p> + +<p>In 1724 the Pigwackets killed two men at Dunstable. When the alarm was +given, eleven men started after them, but the Indians discovering them, +shot all but two, took their scalps, and returned to their wigwams on +the Saco, where they held a great feast over the successful raid, +dancing and howling through the night, and boasting of what they would +do on the next raid.</p> + +<p>"I will give £100 for every Indian scalp," said the Governor of +Massachusetts.</p> + +<p>The offer of such a bounty stimulated Captain John Lovewell, of +Dunstable, who started with eight men. It was midwinter, but the snow, +cold, and hardship did not deter the intrepid men, who made their way up +the valley of the Merrimac, and eastward to the country of the +Pigwackets. The sun was going down, on the 20th of February, when +Captain Lovewell discovered a smoke rising above the trees. He waited +till midnight, when, creeping forward alone, he could see ten Indians +asleep by a fire on the shore of a pond. He went back to his men, and +all moved forward. There was snow upon the ground, which broke the sound +of their footsteps. At a signal the guns flashed, and every Indian was +killed. It was a party who had just started to fall upon the English +settlements. They had new guns, ammunition, and blankets, which they had +obtained from the French in Canada.</p> + +<p>It was a day of rejoicing in Dover when Captain Lovewell marched into +the village with the Indian scalps dangling from a pole.</p> + +<p>"We will attack the Pigwackets in their home," said the men.</p> + +<p>It was in April. The snow had disappeared, the trees were bursting into +leaf, when Captain Lovewell, with forty-six men, started up the valley +of the Merrimac once more. Three of the men, after marching about fifty +miles, became lame and returned home. The others turned eastward, passed +Lake Winnipiseogee, and came to Ossipee Lake—a beautiful sheet of +water.</p> + +<p>One of the men was taken sick, and could not go on, and Captain Lovewell +built a little fort, and left there the surgeon and six men, with a +portion of the provisions. The rest of the party, thirty-four in all, +shouldered their packs and moved on in search of the Pigwackets. No one +knew exactly where their wigwams were located, and they moved cautiously +for fear of being surprised.</p> + +<p>Captain Lovewell was a religious man, and every morning, before +starting, the soldiers kneeled or stood reverently with uncovered heads, +while the chaplain, Rev. Jonathan Frye, offered prayer.</p> + +<p>The morning of May 19 came. They were on the shore of a pond, and the +chaplain was offering prayer, when they heard a gun, and looking across +the pond they saw an Indian on a rocky point on the other side of the +pond.</p> + +<p>"We are discovered," said Lovewell. "Shall we go on, or return?"</p> + +<p>"We have come to find the Indians," said the young chaplain. "We have +prayed God that we might find them. We had rather die for our country +than return without seeing them. If we go back, the people will call us +cowards." The company left their packs, and marched cautiously forward.</p> + +<p>The Indians had discovered them—not the one who was shooting ducks; he +did not mistrust their presence; but a party had come upon their tracks, +and were following in their rear, and took possession of their packs.</p> + +<p>Captain Lovewell moved toward the one Indian, who quickly fired upon the +white. His gun was loaded with shot, and Captain Lovewell and one of his +men were wounded. The Indian turned to run, but Ensign Whiting brought +him down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_685" id="Page_685">[Pg 685]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We will go back to our packs," said Lovewell; but when they reached the +place they found that the Indians had seized them, and that their +retreat was cut off by more than one hundred Pigwackets. The terrible +war-whoop rang through the forest, and the fight began, Indians and +white men alike sheltering themselves behind the trees and rocks, +watching an opportunity to pick each other off without exposing +themselves. All day long the contest went on, the Indians howling like +tigers. The white men saw that they were outnumbered three to one. It +must be victory or death.</p> + +<p>Lieutenant Wyman was their commander in place of Lovewell, who was +mortally wounded. He was cool and brave.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="600" height="409" alt=""LIEUTENANT WYMAN, CREEPING UP, PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIM."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"LIEUTENANT WYMAN, CREEPING UP, PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIM."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Don't expose yourselves. Be careful of your ammunition." So cool and +deliberate was the aim of the white men that at nearly every shot an +Indian fell. They suffered so severely that they withdrew and held a +powwow with their "medicine man," who was going through his +incantations, when Lieutenant Wyman, creeping up, put a bullet through +him. The Indians, howling vengeance, returned to the fight; but the +white men, protected on one side by the pond, held their ground.</p> + +<p>All through the afternoon the struggle went on.</p> + +<p>"We will give you good quarter," shouted Paugus.</p> + +<p>"We want no quarter, except at the muzzle of our guns," shouted Wyman.</p> + +<p>Paugus had often been to Dunstable, and was well acquainted with John +Chamberlain. They fired at each other many times, till at last +Chamberlain sent a bullet through Paugus's head, killing him instantly.</p> + +<p>"I am a dead man," said Solomon Keys. "I am wounded in three places." He +crawled down to the shore of the pond, found an Indian canoe, and crept +into it. The wind blew it out into the lake, and he was wafted to the +southern shore. The sun went down, and the Indians stole away. Pitiable +the condition of the settlers. Lovewell was dead, and also their beloved +chaplain, Jonathan Frye, who with his dying breath prayed aloud for +victory; Jacob Farrar was dying; Lieutenant Rollins and Robert Usher +could not last long; eleven others were badly wounded. There were only +eighteen left. The Indians had seized their packs; they had nothing to +eat; it was twenty miles from the little fort which they had built at +Ossipee; but they were victors. They had killed sixty or more Indians, +and had inflicted a defeat from which the Pigwackets never recovered.</p> + +<p>"Load my gun, so that, when the Indians come to scalp me, I can kill one +more," said Lieutenant Rollins.</p> + +<p>They must leave him. Sad the parting. In the darkness, guided by the +stars, they started. Four were so badly wounded that they could not go +on.</p> + +<p>"Leave us," they said, "and save yourselves."</p> + +<p>Twenty miles! How weary the way! They reach the fort to find it +deserted. They had left seven men there, but when the fight began one of +their number fled—a coward—and informed the seven that the party had +all been cut off, not a man left. Believing that he had told the truth, +they abandoned the fort, and returned to their homes.</p> + +<p>Nothing to eat. But it was the month of May; the squirrels were out, and +they shot two and a partridge; they caught some fish; and so were saved +from starvation.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="WHO_WAS_PAUL_GRAYSON" id="WHO_WAS_PAUL_GRAYSON"></a>[Begun in No. 46 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, September 14.]</h4> + +<h2>WHO WAS PAUL GRAYSON?</h2> + +<h3>BY JOHN HABBERTON,</h3> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Author of "Helen's Babies."</span></h4> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter II</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE FIGHT.</h3> + +<p>The afternoon session of Mr. Morton's select school was but little more +promising of revelations about the new boy than the morning had been. +Most of the boys returned earlier than usual from their respective +dinners, and either hung about the school-room, staring at their new +companion, or waited at the foot of the stairs for him to come down. The +attentions of the first-named division soon became<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_686" id="Page_686">[Pg 686]</a></span> so distasteful to +the new-comer that he left the room abruptly, and went down the stairway +two steps at a time. At the door he found little Benny Mallow looking up +admiringly, and determining to practice that particular method of coming +down stairs the first Saturday that he could creep unnoticed through a +school-room window. But Benny was not one of those foolish boys who +forget the present while planning about the future. Paul Grayson had +barely reached the bottom step, when little Benny looked innocently up +into his face, and remarked, "Say!"</p> + +<p>"Well?" Paul answered.</p> + +<p>"You're the biggest boy in school," continued Benny. "I noticed it when +you stood beside Appleby."</p> + +<p>Grayson looked as if he did not exactly see that the matter was worthy +of special remark.</p> + +<p>"I," said Benny, "am the smallest boy—I am, really. If you don't +believe it, look at the other boys. I'll just run down the steps, and +stand beside some of them."</p> + +<p>"Don't take that trouble," said Grayson, pleasantly. "But what is there +remarkable about my height and your shortness?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing," said Benny, looking down with some embarrassment, and +then looking up again—"only I thought maybe 'twas a good reason why we +should be friends."</p> + +<p>"Why, so it is, little fellow," said Grayson. "I was very stupid not to +understand that without being told."</p> + +<p>"All right, then," said Benny, evidently much relieved in mind. +"Anything you want to know I'll tell you—anything that I know myself, +that is. Because I'm little, you mustn't think I don't know everything +about this town, because I do. I know where you can fish for bass in a +place that no other boy knows anything about: what do you think of that? +I know a big black-walnut tree that no other boy ever saw; of course +there's no nuts on it now, but you can see last year's husks if you +like. Have you got a sister?"</p> + +<p>Grayson suddenly looked quite sober, and answered, "No."</p> + +<p>"I have," said Benny, "and she is the nicest girl in town. If you want +to know some of the bigger girls, I suppose you'll have to ask Appleby. +What's the use of big girls, though? They never play marbles with a +fellow, or have anything to trade. Say—I hope <i>you're</i> not too big to +play marbles."</p> + +<p>"Oh no," said Grayson; "I'll buy some, and we'll have a royal game."</p> + +<p>"Don't do it," said Benny; "I've got a pocketful. Come on." And to the +great disgust of all the larger boys Benny led his new friend into the +school yard, scratched a ring on the dirt, divided his stock of marbles +into two equal portions, and gave one to Grayson; then both boys settled +themselves at a most exciting game, while all the others looked on in +wonder, with which considerable envy and jealousy were mixed up.</p> + +<p>"That Benny Mallow is putting on more airs than so little a fellow can +carry; don't you think so?" said Sam Wardwell to Ned Johnston.</p> + +<p>"I should say so," was the reply; "and that isn't all. The new fellow +isn't going to be thought much of in this school if he's going to allow +himself to belong to any youngster that chooses to take hold of him. +I'll tell you one thing: Joe Appleby's birthday party is to come off in +a few days, and I'll bet you a fish-line to a button that Master Benny +won't get near enough to it to smell the ice-cream. How will that make +the little upstart feel?"</p> + +<p>"Awful—perfectly awful," said Sam, who, being very fond of ice-cream +himself, could not imagine a more terrible revenge than Harry had +suggested. Just then Bert Sharp sauntered up with his hands in his +pockets, his head craned forward as usual, and his eyes trying to get +along faster than his head.</p> + +<p>"See here," said he, "if that new boy boards with the teacher, he's +going to tell everything he knows. I think somebody ought to let him +know what he'll get if he tries that little game. I'm not going to be +told on: I have a rough enough time of it now." Bert spoke feelingly, +for he was that afternoon to remain at school until he had recited from +memory four pages of history, as a punishment for his long truancy.</p> + +<p>"Who's going to tell him, though?" asked Sam. "It should be some fellow +big enough to take care of himself, for Grayson looks as if he could be +lively."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 347px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="347" height="500" alt=""JUST IN TIME TO SEE GRAYSON GIVE BERT A BLOW ON THE CHEST."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"JUST IN TIME TO SEE GRAYSON GIVE BERT A BLOW ON THE CHEST."</span> +</div> + +<p>"I'll do it myself," declared Bert, savagely; saying which he lounged +over toward the ring at which Benny and Grayson were playing. The boys +had seen Bert in such a mood before, so at once there was some whispered +cautions to look out for a fight. Before Bert had been a minute beside +the ring, Grayson accidentally brushed against him as, half stooping, he +followed his alley across the ring. Bert immediately got his hands out +of his pockets, and struck Grayson a blow on the back of the neck that +felled him to the ground. All the boys immediately rushed to the spot, +but before they had reached it the new pupil was on his feet, and the +teacher reached the window, bell in hand, just in time to see Grayson +give Bert a blow on the chest that caused the young man to go reeling +backward, and yell "Oh!" at the top of his voice. Then the bell rang +violently, and all of the boys but Bert Sharp hurried up stairs, Grayson +not even taking the trouble to look behind him. In the scramble toward +the seats Will Palmer found a chance to whisper to Ned Johnston, +"There's no nonsense about him, eh?"</p> + +<p>And Ned replied, "He's splendid."</p> + +<p>All of the boys seemed of Ned's opinion, for when Mr. Morton, just as +Bert Sharp entered, rang the school to order, and asked, "Who began that +fight?" there was a general reply of, "Bert Sharp."</p> + +<p>"Sharp, Grayson, step to the front," commanded the teacher.</p> + +<p>Bert shuffled forward with a very sullen face, while Grayson stalked up +so bravely that Benny Mallow risked getting a mark by kicking Sam +Wardwell's feet under the desk to attract his attention, and then +whispering, "Just look at that."</p> + +<p>Before the teacher could speak to either of the two boys in front of +him, Grayson said, "I'm very sorry, sir, but I was knocked down for +nothing, unless it was brushing against him by mistake."</p> + +<p>"Was that the cause, Sharp?" asked Mr. Morton.</p> + +<p>Bert hung his head a little lower, which is a way that all boys have +when they are in the wrong; so the teacher did not question him any +farther, but said:</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 268px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="268" height="400" alt="THE RECONCILIATION." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE RECONCILIATION.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Boys, Grayson is a stranger here. I know him to be a boy of good habits +and good manners, and I give you my word that if you have any trouble +with him, you will have to begin it yourselves. And if you expect to be +gentlemen when you grow up, you must learn now to treat strangers as you +would like to be treated if away from your own homes. Grayson, Sharp, go +to your seats."</p> + +<p>"May I speak to Sharp, sir?" asked Grayson.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Morton.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry I hit you," said the new boy. "Will you shake hands and be +friends?"</p> + +<p>Bert looked up suspiciously without raising his head, but Grayson's hand +was outstretched, and as Bert did not know what else to do, he put out +his own hand, and then the two late enemies returned to their seats, +Bert looking less bad-tempered than usual, and Grayson looking quite +sober.</p> + +<p>Somehow at the afternoon recess every boy treated Grayson as if he had +known him for years, and no one seemed to be jealous when Grayson +invited Bert to play marbles with him, and insisted on his late +adversary taking the first shot. But the teacher's remarks about +Grayson<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_687" id="Page_687">[Pg 687]</a></span> had only increased the curiosity of the boys about their new +comrade, and when Sam Wardwell remarked that old Mrs. Battle, with whom +the teacher and his pupil boarded, bought groceries nearly every evening +at his father's store, and he would just lounge about during the rest of +the afternoon and ask her about Grayson when she came in, at least six +other boys' offered to sit on a board pile near the store and wait for +information.</p> + +<p>As for Grayson, he sat in the school-room writing while the teacher +waited, for more than an hour after the general dismissal, to hear Bert +Sharp recite those detestable four pages of history, and Bert was a +great deal slower at his task than he would have been if he had not had +to wonder why Grayson had to do so much writing.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_A_CRAB_CHANGES_HIS_CLOTHES" id="HOW_A_CRAB_CHANGES_HIS_CLOTHES"></a>HOW A CRAB CHANGES HIS CLOTHES.</h2> + +<h3>BY ALLAN FORMAN.</h3> + +<p>"Say, now, you leave my dinner alone, or I'll tell mamma."</p> + +<p>"You can tell, if you have a mind to. I don't care, tell-tale."</p> + +<p>No, it was not children that I heard quarrelling; it was only two little +crabs. Children never speak so crossly to each other; but those two +little crabs scolded and bit down there in the water until— But I am +getting ahead of my story. I'll tell you how it was.</p> + +<p>I had been out fishing, and as the sun became too hot, I rowed my boat +to the shore under the shade of the trees, and sat thinking. I looked +down into the water, and saw a little crab holding a clam shell under +his mouth with his claw, and eating as fast as he could, at the same +time turning his queer, bulging eyes in all directions to see that he +would not be disturbed. But soon another crab came up, and tried to +snatch away the clam shell. Then ensued the conversation which I have +already quoted. I dropped a piece of clam into the water, and the +new-comer seized it. He scuttled away under a piece of sea-weed, and +cried out in triumph:</p> + +<p>"Aha! greedy, you didn't get it, and it is much better than your old +shell. Don't you wish you had it?"</p> + +<p>"I'll change with you," said the other. "Just see this blue on the edge +of my shell. Ain't it lovely?"</p> + +<p>"Change! I guess not. Who cares for the blue? You can't eat the blue."</p> + +<p>"Of course you can't eat it, but it is pretty. However, there is no use +in talking to you about it; you have no love for the beautiful," said +the other, tauntingly.</p> + +<p>"You needn't put on so many airs. I'm bigger than you are, anyway," +snarled the first.</p> + +<p>"You won't be long, for I'm growing every day."</p> + +<p>"Children! children! what is the matter?" asked the old mamma crab, who +just appeared on the scene.</p> + +<p>"Mamma, he tried to get my din—"</p> + +<p>"I didn't; I only wanted—"</p> + +<p>"He's a mean, horrid old thing, and I don't—"</p> + +<p>"Why, children," interrupted the old crab, "I am ashamed of you. What is +the matter?"</p> + +<p>"He tried to take away my dinner," said one.</p> + +<p>"He said I wasn't growing big," said the other.</p> + +<p>"That did not stop your growth, did it?" said mamma.</p> + +<p>"No—o," drawled the little one.</p> + +<p>"And now," she continued, "I want you to behave yourselves. Stop such +silly quarrelling. You act so much like boys and girls that I am ashamed +of you."</p> + +<p>"Say, mamma, my clothes are getting too tight for me, and I've bursted a +seam in the back of my coat," said one of the youngsters, after a short +pause.</p> + +<p>"That is all right," answered mamma, assuringly; "you are only going to +'shed.'"</p> + +<p>"Am I going to be all soft and helpless, like papa was, and then be +taken away and not come back any more?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no, I hope not. You must find a quiet place, and hide until you can +take care of yourself," answered mamma.</p> + +<p>Accordingly the young crab wandered around, and found a nice quiet place +under the shadow of a large log; here he half buried himself in the mud, +and commenced the operation of changing his clothes. He swelled himself +out until the upper shell separated from the lower, then worked his +claws slowly backward and forward, and expanded and contracted the +muscles of his body; little by little he emerged from his shell, and +finally, with one effort, he freed himself entirely from his old +clothes. He lay back, exhausted by his exertions. While the crab is soft +it is perfectly helpless, and it can be handled without fear of bites. +When it first emerges from its shell it is covered with a skin as soft +and delicate as yours, but if left undisturbed it will soon harden. If +taken out of the water and kept in damp sea-weed, the process of +hardening can be delayed for three or four days, when it dies of +starvation, as it can eat nothing while soft, and that is the way in +which it is brought to the market. But the little crab I saw was +fortunate enough not to be disturbed. He lay perfectly still, and in +about an hour, if you could have put your finger on his back, you would +have felt that it had grown stiff and rough; in between three or four +hours the shell reaches the stage known as "paper shell." It is hard and +coarse, like brown paper, and the crab begins to show signs of +liveliness, and in about seven hours there is no perceptible difference +between our recently reclothed crab and his hard brothers and sisters; +but if you should catch him you would find him to be lighter in weight, +and watery when boiled, and the fat, which in a healthy crab is of a +bright yellow color, like the yolk of an egg, is a greenish-brown. But +no one had a chance to see the color of the fat in the crab which I was +watching, for just as he started to move, a great toad-fish came along +and swallowed him at one mouthful.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_688" id="Page_688">[Pg 688]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figleft" style="width: 525px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="525" height="740" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_689" id="Page_689">[Pg 689]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 532px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="532" height="740" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h3>HALF AFRAID.</h3> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_690" id="Page_690">[Pg 690]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_INVENTION_OF_STEEL_PENS" id="THE_INVENTION_OF_STEEL_PENS"></a>THE INVENTION OF STEEL PENS.</h2> + +<p>According to the following extract from a manuscript document in the +library of Aix-la-Chapelle, entitled "Historical Chronicle of +Aix-la-Chapelle, Second Book, year 1748," edited by the writer to the +Mayoralty, "Johann Janssen," it would appear that the invention of steel +pens is of older date than is commonly supposed. The paper referred to +says: "Just at the meeting of the Congress I may without boasting claim +the honor of having invented new pens. It is perhaps not an accident +that God should have inspired me at the present time with the idea of +making steel pens, for all the envoys here assembled have bought the +first that have been made, therewith, as may be hoped, to sign a treaty +of peace which, with God's blessing, shall be as permanent as the hard +steel with which it is written. Of these pens, as I have invented them, +no man hath before seen or heard; if kept clean and free from rust and +ink, they will continue fit for use for many years. Indeed, a man may +write twenty sheets of paper with one, and the last line would be +written as well as the first. They are now sent into every corner of the +world as a rare thing—to Spain, France, and England. Others will no +doubt make imitations of my pens, but I am the man who first invented +and made them. I have sold a great number of them, at home and abroad, +at one shilling each, and I dispose of them as quickly as I can make +them."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="OUT_IN_THE_STORM" id="OUT_IN_THE_STORM"></a>OUT IN THE STORM.</h2> + +<h3>BY SIDNEY DAYRE.</h3> + +<p>"That story about the baby in the storm? Oh yes, I'll tell you all about +it. See, there's the scar on his dear little forehead yet—he'll carry +it all his life, they say—but I shall never get over being thankful he +came out of it so much better than I did, the darling."</p> + +<p>And Janet glanced at her poor crooked arm as she settled herself more +comfortably for a long talk.</p> + +<p>"This was the way it came about. Mother said to me one Saturday +afternoon, 'Janet, I am going over to the village; I will take the +little girls with me, and I want you to take good care of Harry till I +come back.'</p> + +<p>"This arrangement did not suit me at all. I had other plans for the +afternoon, and I said, 'But, mother, I promised Mary Hathaway I would go +down there this afternoon. She is going to show me a new stitch for my +embroidery.'</p> + +<p>"'I don't like to interfere with you, dear,' mother said, 'but it seems +to me you have been running there quite often this week, and I must have +your help now.'</p> + +<p>"This was true, but it made no difference in the fact of my wanting to +go again.</p> + +<p>"'Can't Bridget take care of him?' I said.</p> + +<p>"'No, she has too much else to do.'</p> + +<p>"'I hate being tied to babies all the time,' I snarled. 'I think we +might keep a nurse as well as the Hathaways. Mary never has to be +bothered with the young ones.' Mother looked at me with a look which +begged for something better from me, but I kept the scowl on my face +till I saw them drive from the gate. She said good-by to me with a +loving smile, which faded out, as I would not return it. Even when I saw +three hands waved to me as they turned the corner, some ugly thing at my +heart kept my hand down, although half a minute later I would have given +anything for a chance of answering mother's smile.</p> + +<p>"I carried baby out into the grove at the back of the house, and dumped +him into the hammock, feeling cross and miserable enough. He sat there +cooing and crowing and laughing in a way which would have put a better +temper into any one but me. I sat on the ground beside him, fussing away +at my embroidery, but I could not get it right, and I got crosser and +crosser. At last Harry stretched over toward me, and took rather a rough +grasp of one of my ears and a good handful of hair with it. He did it to +pull my face around for a kiss, but as his pretty face came against mine +with a little bump, I jumped up and spoke sharply to him. I laid him +down with a shake, saying, 'Go to sleep now, you little tease.'</p> + +<p>"He put up a grieved lip, and sobbed as I swung him. It was about the +time of his afternoon nap, and he was asleep in a few minutes.</p> + +<p>"Then I tried my embroidery again, but it was no use—I could not get +the right stitch without some help from Mary. Then a thought came across +my mind—why could I not just run down there? Baby would surely sleep +for an hour, and I could easily be back within that time. He could not +possibly fall out of the hammock, for there were strings tied to some of +the cords, which could be fastened above him. I thought of telling +Bridget I was going, so she would have 'an eye out' in case he <i>should</i> +awake, but I knew she would be crabbed about it, and feel as if I were +imposing on her, even if he did not give a single 'peep.' So I tied him +in very carefully—he gave another little sob as I kissed him, and I was +so sorry I had been cross to him. In ten minutes more I was running in +at Mrs. Hathaway's gate.</p> + +<p>"I had been going toward the north, so I did not notice that a black, +curiously shaped cloud, which lay low in the south as I left home, was +rising very fast. Mrs. Hathaway told me Mary was out in an arbor back of +the house, so I ran out there, and for a little while we were so deep in +the embroidery that I forgot to notice how dark it was getting. Then +there came a flash of lightning—oh, how white and terrible that +lightning was! It came all about us; we seemed wrapped up in it; and +such a burst of thunder as I never heard before or since. It sounded +like a cannon-ball falling right at our feet.</p> + +<p>"As soon as we could move we flew into the house. I was wild with fright +as I saw the awful blackness in the sky. Great drops of rain began to +fall, and peal after peal of thunder came, as I snatched my bonnet and +rushed to the door. Mary seized my arm and held me back. She cried, 'You +must not go; indeed you <i>shall</i> not go out in such a storm.'</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Hathaway came up to me too, and put her arm around me. 'Why, +Janet, you can not go, my child. It might be at the risk of your life.'</p> + +<p>"I think they almost meant to keep me by force, but I screamed out, 'I +<i>must</i> go! I will! I will!' and I broke away from them, and rushed out +into that blinding storm. I couldn't think of anything except the poor +baby I had left all alone. There was no one there to take care of him, +no one knew where he was, and in the noise of the storm nobody could +hear him scream.</p> + +<p>"The rain poured down in sheets by the time I reached Mrs. Hathaway's +gate. It seemed almost to beat me down to the ground, and the water was +over my shoes in half a minute. The lightning seemed like one long +flash, and the thunder never stopped. I staggered on and floundered on, +and slipped down and got up again, all the time just saying to myself, +'The baby! the baby!—if I could only reach him and find him alive!'</p> + +<p>"Then it seemed as if night came down all at once. It got dark in one +minute, and I heard a horrible roaring sound behind me—louder than all +the thunder. I heard a long, rattling crash, and then another. It was +Mrs. Hathaway's house and barn going to pieces, but I didn't know it +then. I heard people scream; I heard all sorts of things whizzing about +me, but it was too dark to see much. Things came striking against me, +and soon a heavy thing came banging against me on one side, and just as +I was falling down something seemed to pick me up, and I was whirled and +twisted round and round, till I didn't know anything more.</p> + +<p>"When I opened my eyes the rain was falling on my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_691" id="Page_691">[Pg 691]</a></span> face. It was lighter, +and I saw boards and timbers, and trees and branches and bushes, lying +all about me. I was in a field not far from home. I felt dizzy, and +didn't remember anything at first, and then I thought of little Harry, +and sprang up to run to him. But, oh, how sick and sore I felt! When I +tried to lift a heavy branch which was lying partly over me, I could +raise only one of my arms.</p> + +<p>"But my feet were all right, and I ran as fast as I could toward home. I +saw my father in the road in front of the house, looking up and down, +with a white, frightened face. He hurried toward me.</p> + +<p>"'Where have you been, child?' he said. 'I must go to see if anything +has happened to your mother, but I could not go till I knew you and +Harry were safe— Why, dear, you are hurt!'</p> + +<p>"But I ran past him, crying, 'The baby, father, he's in the +hammock—come quick!'</p> + +<p>"When we got round to the grove I screamed at what I saw. The trees lay +about as if a scythe had mown them down. I hardly knew the place, or +where to look for Harry.</p> + +<p>"One of the trees the hammock was tied to was lying exactly where I had +left my little brother. Another tree was blown right across it. Father +did not stop to look, but called the hired man, and they brought axes +and saws. I stooped down and listened, though I felt sure the dear +little one must be dead. But I heard a sad little sob, as if he had +cried till he was worn out. I was so glad, I got up and danced. But +father shook his head and said, 'He's alive, but how do we know how he +may be hurt.' They chopped away at the branches, while I held my breath, +oh, how long, <i>long</i> it seemed to wait! I crouched down and crept as +near the baby as I could. I called to him, and he gave a pitiful little +cry; he expected me to take him at once, and I was glad he got angry +because he had to wait. He tried to free himself from the hammock, and I +began to hope he might not be much hurt.</p> + +<p>"At last a great branch was taken away, and I got closer to him. I +called father, and we looked under, and I heard him say, 'Thank God!'</p> + +<p>"There the darling was, in a kind of little bower made by two big +branches which came down on each side of him. They had saved him when +the other tree fell. His forehead was scratched deeply, but nothing else +ailed him. Father reached in and cut away the hammock with his knife, +and drew him out with hands that shook as if he had an ague fit. The +little fellow held out his arms to me; but as I tried to take him my +strength all seemed to go away. I grew dizzy, and fell down. Bridget +took the child, and father carried me in and laid me on a bed.</p> + +<p>"Then he and Bridget tried to get us into dry clothes. But I cried out +every time they touched me, till father was nearly at his wits' end. I +called aloud for mother. I knew she would not hurt me so.</p> + +<p>"'I will go now and see where she is, dear,' father said at last, wiping +his forehead. 'The good Lord only knows where she may be—and the little +ones. I'll bring some one to help you, poor child.'</p> + +<p>"The sun was shining brightly again by this time, but as I lay there, +with a great deal of pain in my arm and head, I seemed to feel that +black storm coming after me yet. The roar, roar, roar kept on in my +head, and the bed was whirling up in the clouds with me, and Mary +Hathaway was holding me, while some one pelted me with the stars; and +mother said, 'Oh, my poor darling—look at her head!'</p> + +<p>"Then the moon peeped at me, and said, 'Her arm is broken in two +places.'</p> + +<p>"It was the doctor who said this, and mother had really come to me. +After that I seemed to be climbing and climbing through trees—oh, so +long! I kept on for years, always hunting for little Harry, hearing him +cry for me, and never able to reach him. But at last I saw a light—I +had been in the dark all the time—and I struggled toward it, and looked +out. Mother was there, but not Harry.</p> + +<p>"'Where is he?' I cried.</p> + +<p>"'Who, dear?' she said.</p> + +<p>"'Why, the baby—little Harry,' I said. 'I was almost up to him.'</p> + +<p>"'Here he is.'</p> + +<p>"She lifted him up to me, and I tried to take him, but I could not raise +myself, and was glad to find that I was in my own bed. I went off into a +long sleep, and when I awoke I didn't want anything except to lie quiet +and know mother was caring for me, and that Harry sometimes came +toddling into my room, for he had learned to walk during the long weeks +I had been sick.</p> + +<p>"Well, that is about all there is of it. My arm was a long time getting +well, and will always be crooked, like this. The doctor said it would +have got entirely well if it had not been for the fever.</p> + +<p>"But, dear me, how much thinking I did when my head got clear enough to +think! When I was out in the storm all I had ever heard about the wrath +of God on the children of disobedience seemed to come back to me. How I +was punished! If I had been faithful to my duty, I should have been safe +at home when the storm came. I shall always feel as if I knew something +of that awful wrath, for wasn't I taken up in God's terrible hand?</p> + +<p>"When I was getting well I began to wonder why Mary Hathaway never came +to see me. Mother put off telling me as long as she could that she and a +younger sister had been killed in a moment by the falling of their +house, and that Mrs. Hathaway was crippled for life. None of us had been +hurt but me. Mother had got beyond the track of the worst part of the +storm, but her horse was killed by the lightning. Father lost his barns, +most of his stock, and nearly all his crops.</p> + +<p>"That's the story of the terrible tornado. Its path was not more than +half a mile wide, and it was all over in less than half an hour. Mother +says I grew five years older on that day, and I think she is right."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MOONSHINERS" id="MOONSHINERS"></a>"MOONSHINERS."</h2> + +<h3>BY E. H. MILLER.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter I</span>.</h3> + +<h3>CONNY LOSES HIS FATHER.</h3> + +<p>Dr. Hunter was riding leisurely on his morning rounds among the few +people who managed to be sick at Dunsmore in spite of the clear sweet +air that carried the balmy scent of the forests into all its pleasant +valleys. Under the seat of his sulky was his little old-fashioned box of +medicines, and close at his hand a tin box containing what was in the +doctor's eyes quite as valuable—a specimen of a rare plant which he had +discovered in a cleft of gray rock, and secured at the cost of some +pretty hard climbing. The road upon which he was driving wound along the +mountain-side, and he could look down upon the tops of the trees below, +noting here and there the scattered buildings and stacks of feed that +marked some little farm in a clearing, and from the very densest spot of +all a faint thread of blue smoke rising above the trees. He had often +noticed it, and more than once had asked about it, but no one gave him +any satisfactory answer. You would have supposed that of all the men and +women in Dunsmore not one had even chanced to see that smoke until the +doctor's eyes had spied it.</p> + +<p>"Smoke, sor?—so it be," said old Timothy, with a great pretense of +straining his eyes to see it. "It's a fire in the woods, belike. Some +tramping fellows on a hunt."</p> + +<p>"It is always in one spot," said the doctor, "though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_692" id="Page_692">[Pg 692]</a></span> sometimes it +disappears for weeks. Is there any road that way?"</p> + +<p>"Not the track of a squurl, yer honor. There's not a wilder bit in all +the State, I'm thinkin'."</p> + +<p>"I believe one might find a way on horseback," said the doctor, "and I +shall try it some day."</p> + +<p>"Ye'd best not do it. I'd be loath to see ye leaving a good trade for a +bad one." Timothy grasped his hickory cane, and shook his grizzled head +at the doctor. Then, coming a step nearer, he whispered, +"<i>Moonshiners.</i>"</p> + +<p>"To be sure," said the doctor, turning again to look at the smoke.</p> + +<p>"It's a bad business," said Timothy, carefully studying the doctor's +face.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's a bad business, making whiskey, or selling it, or drinking +it; but paying a tax to the government does not make it any better. I +believe every dollar that comes to the government from such a source is +a curse."</p> + +<p>Timothy drew a long breath.</p> + +<p>"You're right, sor. I'm not beholden to the stuff myself; but yer +honor's done me a good turn, and I couldn't see ye bringin' trouble on +yerself by askin' too many questions. It mightn't be—pop'lar, sor."</p> + +<p>The doctor asked no more questions, but he watched the blue smoke more +curiously than ever, wondering much about the outlaws who carried on +their secret trade in the mountain fastnesses. He had been thinking of +them that very morning as he rode along, with the reins lying loosely on +his knee, when suddenly Prince gave a start that roused his driver. A +small figure stepped out from the shadow of a rock, and stood close +beside the gig, saying,</p> + +<p>"Would you come to my feyther, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Who is your father?" asked the doctor.</p> + +<p>"He's sick this three days," answered the boy.</p> + +<p>"What is his name? Where do you live?"</p> + +<p>"It's not far, sir," said the boy, without answering the question.</p> + +<p>"Well, jump in here;" and the doctor held down his hand.</p> + +<p>"Ye'll not be riding, sir; it's a bit off the road."</p> + +<p>The doctor hesitated a moment, then fastened Prince securely in the edge +of the woods, and with his box in his hand prepared to follow his guide.</p> + +<p>"Now, then, Johnny, go ahead."</p> + +<p>"My name is Conny, sir," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"Conny, is it? And what else?"</p> + +<p>"Just Conny, sir;" and the boy led the way rapidly through what looked +like a pathless tangle, until below a sharp ledge of rocks they struck a +little stream by whose side they found a narrow but easy passage into +the very heart of the wood.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="509" height="600" alt=""THEY CAME UPON A SMALL WEATHER-BEATEN CABIN."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"THEY CAME UPON A SMALL WEATHER-BEATEN CABIN."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Surely no human being can live here," thought the doctor; but at that +very moment they came upon a small weather-beaten cabin, so low and gray +that one might easily have passed it unnoticed among the rocks that hung +over it, and the bushes that crowded around and in front of it. The +roof, thatched with bark, had fallen in at one end, and the place looked +as if it might have been forsaken for years. But the boy led him around +to the rear, and they entered quite a comfortable room, with a decent +bed in one corner, on which a man was lying with his face to the wall.</p> + +<p>"Feyther," said the boy, "I've brought the doctor to ye."</p> + +<p>The man neither moved nor answered, and the doctor, going up to the bed, +was shocked to see that he was dead. He turned to Conny and asked, "Has +your father been long sick?"</p> + +<p>"Always sick, sir. He couldn't work at the North, and they told him if +he came here the air would cure him, and the smell of the trees, but he +coughed just the same."</p> + +<p>"Where is your mother?"</p> + +<p>"Dead, sir."</p> + +<p>"And there is no one but you and your father?"</p> + +<p>"Only us two, sir."</p> + +<p>"Conny," said the doctor, slowly, "I am afraid your father is dead."</p> + +<p>Conny did not answer for a moment, but his thin brown face settled into +a look of disappointment.</p> + +<p>"He said he should die, sir, and nothing could save him, but I thought +maybe if you came— Couldn't you try something? They brought Black Joe +round when he'd been long in the water, and was dead and cold—brought +him round with rubbing, and stuff they put in his mouth. Isn't there +something in your box that'll do it?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing," said the doctor; "he is quite dead, my boy. You had better +come with me, and I will send some one to attend to your father."</p> + +<p>But no persuasion could induce Conny to leave the cabin, and the doctor +was forced to return without him. For a quiet man, the doctor was +greatly excited over the mystery of the little cabin, but old Timothy +said, coolly, "That would be Sandy McConnell: one o' the moonshiners: +varmint, all on 'em."</p> + +<p>"But, Timothy, some one must see that he has a decent burial, and if +you'll take a couple of men with you, and go down there—"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_693" id="Page_693">[Pg 693]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Wait till to-morrow morning," said Timothy, significantly. "The birds +of the air 'tend to their own funerals."</p> + +<p>A terrific storm that swept over the mountains that afternoon compelled +the doctor to follow Timothy's advice. The next morning, when they +succeeded, with much difficulty, in finding their way through the +tangle, the cabin was empty of every trace of human occupancy, and +almost seemed as if it might have been undisturbed since the +wood-choppers abandoned it. Under a great pine, a few rods away, they +found a new-made grave, carefully sodded, and bound over, in old-country +fashion, with green withes.</p> + +<p>"The moonshiners have buried him," said Timothy. "I told ye, sor, they'd +see to their own funerals."</p> + +<p>"I wish I knew what had become of the boy," said the doctor, as they +slowly picked their way upward; "he seemed such a quaint, old-fashioned +little chap."</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 748px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="748" height="1000" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_694" id="Page_694">[Pg 694]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="600" height="258" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>About the 1st of August I found some big worms crawling on an +ailantus-tree in our yard. They were about two and a half inches +long, of a pale green color, with white humps all over them, and +beautiful blue spots on their heads. Mamma caught them for me, and +we put them on a board with some ailantus leaves, and turned a +large wire sieve over them. Every morning I gave them fresh leaves +to eat, and in two or three days they began to spin themselves +into cocoons. Some rolled themselves up in the leaves, while +others clung to the side of the sieve, covering themselves at +first with a thin white film, through which we could see the worm +for half a day working himself back and forth. Then the film grew +so thick we could not see the worm any more. When they had all +formed cocoons mamma stood them away in a quiet place where +nothing could injure them, and I went every morning to see if +anything had come out of the cocoons. About three weeks passed, +when one morning I found three magnificent moths clinging to the +sieve. Mamma put ether on their heads, and they never moved again. +She fastened them in a box for me, and arranged the wings, and +they are just as beautiful as they can be. They spread about four +inches. The color is reddish-brown, and across the middle of the +wings there is a whitish line shading off into a clay-colored +border. In the centre of each wing there is a long reddish-white +spot, and on the tip of each fore-wing is a dark bluish eye. On +the head are delicate feathered antennæ. Mamma found a picture of +the moth in a book. We are sure it belongs to the genus <i>Attacus</i>, +and we think it is the kind called <i>Attacus promethia</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Sarah W. N.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edna, Minnesota</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>About a month ago a man caught a young whooping-crane, which I +bought of him. It is now so tame that it will eat out of my hand, +and come in the house and eat from the table, or drink out of the +water pail. I keep him tied out back of the house by a string +about two rods long, so that he can walk around. He is not a very +small bird, if he is young. His neck is about two feet long, and +his legs are very nearly the same length, and when he stands up +straight he is about five feet high. He is not fully fledged yet. +His body is now about as large as that of a goose.</p> + +<p>I like to write. I am not a very good writer, but I think I can be +a better one if I write a great deal. I am the lame boy whose +letters you printed in the Post-office Box last winter.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Elmer R. Blanchard</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Since my request for exchanges was published in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> I +have received a great many letters from all parts of the United +States, and I would like to inform the correspondents that I will +answer all of them in due time. Now I am very busy. I am getting a +new book and fixing it up, my school has commenced, and I am +taking music lessons on the piano. I can play familiar tunes like +the "Racquet Polka," "Fatinitza," "Pinafore," and others. I am +also taking German lessons.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie H. Scherzer</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Clarence L. can buy silk-worms, and obtain all information in +regard to them, at the southwest corner of Juniper and Chestnut +streets, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or at the Educational +Department of the Permanent Exhibition, in the same city.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Paul De M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ashland, Kentucky</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have seen a real live white crow. It belongs to a gentleman +living on Big Sandy River. The white crow was seen by several +persons, who tried to shoot it. At last the gentleman who now owns +it shot it in the wing. It was not much hurt, and soon got well. +Its owner was offered three hundred dollars for it, but he would +not sell it. A good many people go to see it.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie S. B.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Radnor, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I wish some correspondent would tell me how to feather arrows. I +have made a bow and some nice arrows, but I can not feather them.</p> + +<p>I am making a collection of old coins. Are any other +correspondents doing the same?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">B. I.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">New York City</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. I am ten years old. I have no pets +except a canary named David. I would like to know what to feed him +with besides sugar and seed, for I think he must be tired of +eating those all the time.</p> + +<p>I have a collection of stamps. I like the Post-office Box ever so +much.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Ann A. N.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Too much sugar is not good for your canary. You can vary his diet by +giving him a leaf of fresh lettuce about once a week, or a bit of hard +cracker to pick at. Whole oatmeal or grits, and a piece of apple or pear +occasionally, are healthy food. These tidbits must be given sparingly, +for if the bird eats them constantly it will grow so fat that it can not +sing. The staple food should be canary seed mixed with rape, and there +must always be a piece of cuttle-fish fastened in the cage.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mattapoisett, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Here is a spelling game I invented, which may be played by two or +more persons. The first player, who may be chosen by lot, proposes +two letters, as, for example, c o. Then each player must in turn +call a word beginning with those letters, as come. A player is +beaten if he says a word beginning with any other than the letters +named, or calls a word already given, or a meaningless word, or, +when only two are playing, if his opponent makes two correct words +while he is thinking of his. The addition of s is not considered +to form a new word where it merely constitutes a plural.</p> + +<p>I made a salt-water aquarium five days ago, and it is all right. I +have two eels, one minnow, and five other fish, some hermit-crabs, +scallops, and periwinkles. I had a pipe-fish, but it died soon +after I put it in. I use a small wash-tub for the aquarium, with +sand on the bottom. I had two minnows at first, but this morning I +found one on the floor, dead. What do you suppose made it jump +out? There is sea-lettuce in the water, so there must be enough +air. How long must the aquarium stand in the sun for the ulva to +work? And with what shall I feed the crabs?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">W. A.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The directions in the paper on "A Salt-water Aquarium," in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +No 42, are as clear as it is possible to give them, but they must be +supplemented by experience, which, if you persevere, you will very soon +gain. The ulva will work in an hour's time when placed in the sun, as +you will see by the rising of the tiny air-bubbles, but it may be +necessary to renew the exposure to the sun for a short time each day, +always taking care that the temperature of the water is not too much +increased. If your crabs will not eat bits of clam, try them with tiny +mouthfuls of fish. Be careful to allow no uneaten food to remain in the +water. Experience, which you will quickly gain, will insure you success.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have a great many German, French, Austrian, and English postage +stamps, and would like to exchange with any who are beginning a +collection. I can get all kinds of stamps.</p> + +<p>I am a native of England. I have been two years in America, and I +think it is a very nice country.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frank B. Westwood</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">P. O. Box 4574, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am nearly twelve years old, and I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much.</p> + +<p>I am making a collection of postage stamps, and would like to +exchange with any other boy.</p> + +<p>I can not get many kinds of stamps in this out-of-the-way place.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Horace Randolph</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Sherman, Grayson County, Texas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I come from the far South, where I spend the winter in New +Orleans. I am collecting postage stamps, and would like to +exchange with any readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Edward L. Hunt</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Barrytown, Dutchess County, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I take <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, and think it is a splendid paper for +boys and girls.</p> + +<p>I have a collection of postage stamps, and would like to exchange +with any of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Henry A. Blakesley</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">54 West Eighth Street, Topeka, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I think <span class="smcap">Young People</span> is the best paper that I ever read, and I +think the Post-office Box is one of the nicest things in it.</p> + +<p>I am collecting relics and minerals, and would like to exchange +petrified wood for relics. I will also exchange a +chimney-swallow's egg for the egg of any bird except a robin, blue +jay, or chipping sparrow.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">W. A. Webster</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">394 Clinton Avenue, Brooklyn, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would like to exchange birds' eggs with any of the readers of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span>. Correspondents will please state what kind of eggs +they have to exchange, and what they would like in return.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Gussie Hartman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">65 Cass Street, Chicago, Illinois.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would like to exchange postmarks for stamps with any of the +readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">George G. Omerly</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">616 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I must write, dear <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, to tell you how I love you. +Through you I have made the acquaintance of little "Wee Tot." I +have sent her some Lake Michigan shells, and she has sent me some +lovely ocean curiosities, some of which are star-fishes, +sea-urchins, and beautiful shells.</p> + +<p>I would like to exchange slips of wax-plant, sweet-scented +geranium, and fuchsias with any readers for more ocean +curiosities, only I wish some one would please tell me how to send +them safely.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Anna Wierum</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">495 West Twelfth Street, Chicago, Illinois.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I like to read history, and about brave men, and I think "The +Story of the American Navy" is splendid.</p> + +<p>I am collecting postage stamps, and have over one hundred +duplicates, which I would like to exchange with the readers of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Robert Lamp</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Care of William Lamp, Madison, Wisconsin.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My sister takes <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I read it every week. The story +of "The Moral Pirates" was splendid. I work out all the puzzles, +and read the stories and the letters.</p> + +<p>I would like to exchange stamps and birds' eggs with any of the +readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Oscar Rauchfuss</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Golconda, Pope County, Illinois.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have been taking <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> from our news-dealer, and +I find it a very interesting and instructive paper for the young.</p> + +<p>I will exchange foreign postage stamps and United States postage +and revenue stamps with the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Alexander A. Reeves</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Emporia, Lyon County, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would like to exchange a specimen of the soil of Georgia for +some of the soil of any other State.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">James L. Johnson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">76 Jones Street, Savannah, Georgia.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am collecting birds' eggs, and have about one hundred varieties, +but I need eggs of hawks, owls, eagles, whip-poor-wills, quails, +partridges, prairie-hens, terns, snipes, plovers, gulls, finches, +divers, loons, and other birds, and also the nest and egg of the +humming-bird. I have a collection of nearly six hundred stamps, +which I will exchange for birds' eggs or Indian relics.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Harry F. Haines</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">1259 Waverley Place, Elizabeth, New Jersey.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Papa takes <span class="smcap">Harper's Bazar</span>, <span class="smcap">Weekly</span>, and <span class="smcap">Magazine</span> for himself and +mamma, and <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for sister Mabel and me. We think it is a +splendid little paper.</p> + +<p>I have twenty different kinds of flower seeds, and would like to +exchange with some little girls in the far West and South.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Grace Denton</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">114 Thirty-ninth Street, South Brooklyn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Kings County, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I shall be very grateful if any correspondents who can will send +me specimens of minerals or fossil formations in exchange for the +beautiful quartz crystals that we find imbedded in the rock at +this place. I am also anxious to get some pretty shells, +especially from the Southern and Western coasts. I will return any +excess of postage on packages.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Susie C. Benedict</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Little Falls, Herkimer County, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have a nice collection of curiosities, and if Ida B. D., of +California, will kindly send me some shells from the Pacific +coast, especially some abalone shells, and some sea-mosses, I will +exchange any of my curiosities for them. My curiosities consist of +stalactites, stalagmites, conglomerates, crystals, Indian +arrow-heads (some of which are broken), gypsum, iron ore, and a +great many pretty pebbles and stones that I find on the sand-bars +along Green River. If she sends me any specimens, will she please +mark the name and where each one is from?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">John H. Bartlett</span>, Jun.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Greensburgh, Green County, Kentucky.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jesse Hargrave</span>.—The poet alluded to by Scott in the forty-first chapter +of <i>The Heart of Mid-Lothian</i>, as "him of the laurel wreath," was Robert +Southey, who was appointed poet laureate of England in 1813. The lines +quoted are from Southey's poem of "Thalaba the Destroyer," eleventh +book, thirty-sixth stanza.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">W. W. S.</span>—Many thanks for your kind attention in sending us the +interesting facts concerning the nesting of English sparrows in trees. +These little foreigners will pile the mass of dried grass, hair, and +other rubbish which composes their nest, on any ledge or shelf which +will support it, and if a decayed stump or deserted nest affords such +support, they are quite as ready to use it as they are to take +possession of the little houses which kind hands fasten to the branches +of trees. They will also build in woodbine and ivy, the strong branches +of which, clinging to the brick or stone wall, form a solid support, +quite as good as the ledge over a window<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_695" id="Page_695">[Pg 695]</a></span> or door. Almost any corner is +acceptable to these little fellows. A lady who had been absent from the +city during the summer, on returning home found one of her chamber +windows taken full possession of by the sparrows. The blinds had been +closed, and the space between them and the window was stuffed full of +rubbish, the birds using an open slat as an entrance to their cozy home. +We know of no instance where sparrows have woven an independent nest, +and fastened it to the branches of a tree, and for that reason we have +not classed them among birds that build their nests in trees.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">W.</span>, <span class="smcap">F.</span>, and <span class="smcap">S.</span>—To make a boat scup set two upright posts firmly in the +ground about four or five feet apart. Connect them at the top by a +strong bar, across which at the centre fasten another bar at right +angles. The boat, which should have a seat at each end, is hung by four +stout ropes, one to each corner, so as to balance well, to the +connecting bar. A rope passing from each end of the cross-bar enables +the occupants to swing the boat forward and backward. The upright posts +should be well braced. If you can visit some park or picnic ground where +one of these swings is in operation, you will understand better how to +build one.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">William F. S.</span>—The coins you describe belong to the class known as +business tokens. They are issued by private parties, and are valueless.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clarence E.</span> and <span class="smcap">F. B. W.</span>—You can get the back numbers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +you require by forwarding the necessary amount to the publishers, with +your full address. They will cost four cents for each copy.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Eddie de Lima</span>.—The oldest text-book on arithmetic employing the Arabian +or Indian figures (those at present in use), and the decimal system, is +that of Avicenna, an Arabian physician who lived in Bokhara about <span class="smcap">a.d.</span> +1000. It was found in manuscript in the library at Cairo, Egypt, and +contains, besides the rules for addition, subtraction, multiplication, +and division, many peculiar properties of numbers. It was not until the +seventeenth century that arithmetic became a regular branch of common +education.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Captain Frank</span>.—The average price of a boy's bicycle is from twenty-five +to fifty dollars. Very small sizes may be obtained at a lower price.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Lizzie Gieselberg, H. N. Dawson, John R. +Blake, C. D. Nicholas, Carrie Hard, Lilian McDowell, Nellie Rossman, +Henry Coleman, Annie M. Douglas, Aggie M. Mason, Madgie W. B., Sallie R. +Ely, Dora Williams, M. W. D., Mary McWhorter.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Olive Russell, "Chiquot," +Minnie H. Ingham, Sidney Abenheim, Emma Shaffer, Edward L. Hunt, Allie +Maxwell, George Volckhausen.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>UNITED DIAMONDS.</h3> + +<p>1. In September. An ancient water vessel. An article of food. A domestic +animal. In December.</p> + +<p>2. In February. A part of the body. A product. To blend. In August. +Centrals of diamonds read across give a valuable natural product much +used in the East Indies.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Henry</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in empty, but not in full.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in rope, but not in pull.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in light, but not in dark.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in silent, but not in hark.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in drop, but not in fall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in high, but not in tall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My seventh is in stool, but not in chair.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My eighth is in mend, but not in tear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My ninth is in circle, but not in ring.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole is a new and wonderful thing.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">S. T. H.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADES.</h3> + +<p>1. I am an ancient Greek astronomer composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3 +is a part of the body. My 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 is to dry up. My 9, 10 is a +pronoun.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">F. W.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>2. I am an ancient Greek comedian composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a poetic narrative. My 5, 6, 7, 8 is injury. My 9, 10 is a pronoun.</p> + +<p>3. I am an ancient Greek historian composed of 9 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a great warrior. My 5, 6, 7 is a small spot. My 8, 9 is a pronoun.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">S. C. H.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<p class="center">1. First, froth. Second, one of the United States. Third, designs. +Fourth, a vegetable growth.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center">2. First, a ship famous in ancient legend. Second, to harvest. Third, +festive. Fourth, a precious stone.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Lucy</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 44.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p class="center">Esquimau.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>S</td><td align='left'>T</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>M</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>T</td><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>G</td><td align='left'>A</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>G</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>M</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>R</td><td align='left'>K</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>R</td><td align='center'>ocheste</td><td align='right'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>H</td><td align='center'>indoo-Coos</td><td align='right'>H</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O</td><td align='center'>b</td><td align='right'>I</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>N</td><td align='center'>anki</td><td align='right'>N</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>E</td><td align='center'>ri</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Rhone, Rhine.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">Chair, hair, air.</p> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>U</td><td align='left'>T</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>R</td><td align='left'>U</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>T</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>N</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<p class="center">1. Hyacinth. 2. Androscoggin.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at +the following rates—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>:</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span></td><td align='right'>$0.04</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Five Subscriptions</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>7.00</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<h3>ADVERTISING.</h3> + +<p>The extent and character of the circulation of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> +will render it a first-class medium for advertising. A limited number of +approved advertisements will be inserted on two inside pages at 75 cents +per line.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Address</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 30em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 35em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p class="center">Our Children's Songs. Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental Cover, $1.00.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>It contains some of the most beautiful thoughts for children that ever +found vent in poesy, and beautiful "pictures to match."—<i>Chicago +Evening Journal.</i></p> + +<p>This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a +wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.—<i>Philadelphia +Ledger.</i></p> + +<p>Songs for the nursery, songs for childhood, for girlhood, boyhood, +and sacred songs—the whole melody of childhood and youth bound in +one cover. Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.—<i>Churchman</i>, N. Y.</p> + +<p>The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.—<i>New Bedford Mercury.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span> <i>will send the above work by mail, +postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on receipt of the +price</i>.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>COLUMBIA BICYCLE.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 181px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="181" height="200" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Bicycle riding is the best as well as the healthiest of out-door sports; +is easily learned and never forgotten. Send 3c. stamp for 24-page +Illustrated Catalogue, containing Price-Lists and full information.</p> + +<h3>THE POPE MFG. CO.,</h3> + +<h4>79 Summer St., Boston, Mass.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHILDREN'S</h2> + +<h2>PICTURE-BOOKS.</h2> + +<p class="center">Square 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted +Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50 +per volume.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Bible Picture-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by <span class="smcap">Steinle</span>, <span class="smcap">Overbeck</span>, +<span class="smcap">Veit</span>, <span class="smcap">Schnorr</span>, &c.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture Fable-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations +by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Child's Book of Nature.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>The Child's Book of Nature, for the Use of Families and Schools: +intended to aid Mothers and Teachers in Training Children in the +Observation of Nature. In Three Parts. Part I. Plants. Part II. Animals. +Part III. Air, Water, Heat, Light, &c. By <span class="smcap">Worthington Hooker</span>, M.D. +Illustrated. The Three Parts complete in One Volume, Small 4to, Half +Leather, $1.12; or, separately, in Cloth, Part I., 45 cents; Part II., +48 cents; Part III., 48 cents.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A beautiful and useful work. It presents a general survey of the kingdom +of nature in a manner adapted to attract the attention of the child, and +at the same time to furnish him with accurate and important scientific +information. While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools, +its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for +family reading.</p> + +<p>The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who +desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in +teaching quite young children, especially in schools.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_696" id="Page_696">[Pg 696]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figleft" style="width: 191px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="191" height="350" alt="Fig. 1." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 1.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 284px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="Fig. 2." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 2.</span> +</div> + +<h2><a name="WALTZING_FAIRY" id="WALTZING_FAIRY"></a>WALTZING FAIRY.</h2> + +<p>A very pretty toy, and easily made, is this Waltzing Fairy. It may be +familiar to some of our readers, but will be new to a great many more.</p> + +<p>Cut a doll out of a good-sized cork—one from a Champagne bottle is +best, because broader at the base; into this base insert a number of +stout bristles, as in Fig. 1. If you can not procure bristles, fine +broom-corn will answer the purpose.</p> + +<p>Dress this cork body (Fig. 2), taking care to make the dress just so +long that it will not touch the ground. Place this doll on the top or +sounding-board of the piano when any one is playing, and it will dance +about in a very graceful manner.</p> + +<p>If placed on a smooth tea-tray, and the tray tilted a little at one end, +the doll will waltz across the tray in lady-like style.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE"></a>CHARADE.</h2> + +<h3>I.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A gentleman once, with his children and wife,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Fled away from a town that was burning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">By command of a friend, who added that life</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Must depend on their never back turning.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The lady, alas! like her grandmother Eve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">With a longing for knowledge is curst:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">She turns to behold—it is hard to believe—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And is pillared straightway in my <i>first</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<h3>II.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">An elderly female in gorgeous array</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Promenades in the streets of Verona;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">She is seeking a heart, which has wandered astray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">To the serious loss of its owner.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;"><i>Her</i> heart is all safe; but her sense of her charms</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Is still great—for what woman e'er lost it?—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">So my <i>second</i> precedes her t'allay her alarms,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And to speak in her stead if accosted.</span><br /> +</p> + +<h3>III.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The battle's done; the chieftain's in his tent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And glories in the victory he has won.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">He dreams of plaudits by his sovereign sent—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">When, lo! appears a curled perfumed one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Who claims to be the herald from the King;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Who prates of war, though ne'er a squadron led;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And says but for my <i>whole</i>—the villainous thing—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">He too had worn a helmet on his head.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><b>How Salt was formerly Made.</b>—The art of making salt was known in very +early times to the Gauls and the Germans. The process was very simple, +for they did nothing more than throw the salt-water on burning wood, +where it evaporated, and left the salt adhering to the ashes or +charcoal. The ancient Britons probably extracted the salt by the same +method, for in the Cheshire salt-springs pieces of half-burned wood have +been frequently dug up. The Romans made salt a source of revenue six +hundred and forty years before the birth of Christ. Part of the pay of +the Roman soldiers was made in salt, which was thus called <i>salarium</i>, +whence we derive the word "salary."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MARINERS_PUZZLE" id="THE_MARINERS_PUZZLE"></a>THE MARINER'S PUZZLE.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="289" height="200" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>A mariner at sea discovered, while in a storm, that a square hole had +been made in the bow of his ship by the displacement of a piece of +plank. This must be immediately closed to stop the inflow of water. The +only piece of plank he had on board was in the form of two connected +squares, as represented in the annexed diagram.</p> + +<p>Either of these squares was too small to fill the space, but the two +parts, reduced to one single square, would give him a plank of the size +required. This he obtained by making two straight cuts with his saw +through the plank.</p> + +<p>In what direction were the cuts made?</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MEADOW-QUAKERS" id="MEADOW-QUAKERS"></a>MEADOW-QUAKERS.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">In the early autumn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Come the Meadow-Quakers;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Not the Shakers, not the Shakers—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">No, no, no.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">These quiet little people</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Stand straight as a church steeple,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And no one ever saw them come</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Or ever saw them go.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">White their hats and broad-brimmed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Lined with pale pink lining,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">On them dew-drops often shining—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Yes, yes, yes.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">No butterfly goes near them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">No brown bee hums to cheer them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And what these Quaker folks are called</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">I want you all to guess.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 505px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="505" height="600" alt=""Oh dear! I went to catch a little Fly, and the naughty thing had a pin in its tail." [Continuation of sobs.]" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"Oh dear! I went to catch a little Fly, and the naughty thing had a pin in its tail."<br /><br />[Continuation of sobs.]</span> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, September 21, +1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE *** + +***** This file should be named 29148-h.htm or 29148-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/1/4/29148/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, September 21, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 17, 2009 [EBook #29148] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 47. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, September 21, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. +$1.50 per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: TED AND KITTY MAKING A FIRE.] + +HOW TED AND KITTY CAMPED OUT. + +BY EMILY H. LELAND. + + +Kitty was eight years old, and Ted was seven. They had always lived on a +large farm, and knew all about birds and squirrels, and the different +kinds of trees, and how to make bonfires and little stone ovens; and +they could shoot with bows and arrows, and swim, and climb trees, and +split kindlings, and take care of chickens and ducks and turkeys, and do +a great many jolly and useful things which city children hardly get even +a chance to do. Well, once when they went on a visit with some cousins +to an uncle's on the other side of "Big Woodsy," as they called the +mountain, they did not get home that night. + +The uncle thought they had gone home, and the father and mother thought +they had remained overnight at the uncle's. So nothing was done about it +until noon next day, when the uncle came jogging over on horseback to +look at a cow he thought of buying, and the mother asked him if Ted and +Kitty were not making too long a visit. + +Then the uncle said, "Good gracious! they are not at our house; they +started for home last night, along with the Elderkins, I think." + +Then the mother turned very pale, and said, in a faint voice, "They are +lost!" + +"Oh no," said the uncle, "not a bit of it. The Elderkins coaxed 'em home +with them, of course. I'll ride round their way when I go back and start +'em home." + +But the pale look wouldn't leave the mother's face, and in a short time +who should come but the Elderkins themselves, to spend the afternoon, +they said, with Ted and Kitty. Then there was a fright indeed. The +father walked down to the gate, and looked anxiously up the long winding +mountain road, as if that would do any good, and the mother followed +him, calling out, + +"Oh, John! John! where _are_ our children?" + +The uncle rode off in one direction, and the father quickly saddled a +horse and rode in another, to inquire at all the farm-houses if anything +had been seen of Ted and Kitty Curtis. And no one had seen them. All the +Elderkins had to say was that Ted and Kitty had told them there was a +nearer way to reach home than by following the dusty, roundabout road, +and they had run off through the woods to find it. The Elderkins chose +to follow the road, because they had on their new lawn dresses trimmed +with torchon, and "didn't want to get all scrambled up by the briers." + +So while the uncle and the father and all the neighbors were hunting up +and down the forest, and the mother was staying in the house, with dear, +calm grandma and the little twin babies to keep her from going _quite_ +crazy, I will tell you what Ted and Kitty were doing in the Big Woodsy. + +After they had run on quite a way, the bushes and brambles began to be +so thick they were obliged to drop into a walk, and finally to climb and +crawl as best they might, for they never found the "nearer way," and the +ground was covered with fallen trees and rocks, while the briers caught +them sometimes as if they never meant to let go. + +By-and-by the pleasant light of sunset began to fade away, and they sat +down to rest on a mossy log, and looked at each other very soberly. + +"I don't know which way we ought to go," said Kitty. + +"No more don't I," said Ted. + +"Well, then, we must stay right where we are, 'stead of trying to go on. +'Cause, don't you know, lost people always go round and round and round +and never get anywhere, and just wear their shoes out, and get tired and +hungry, and nobody ever can find 'em. You ain't afraid, are you, Teddy?" + +"No--o!" answered Ted, with scornful emphasis; "course not! Why, it's +only just camping out. We've always wanted to camp out, you know. An' +it's warm, an' there's but'nuts, an'--an'--maybe we'll find a pattridge +nest," and Ted looked around at the deepening shadows, and bravely +winked back the two tears that had gathered in his eyes. + +"You know there isn't anything in these woods that can hurt us," said +Kitty, cheerfully. "Papa said there was no use for those hunters to come +here last year, 'cause there's nothing bigger'n woodchucks anywhere +round." + +"But somebody killed a bear here the summer I was a baby," said Ted. + +"Yes, but he was the last--the very last--and it's just as nice and safe +here as if we's camping out in our orchard. And let's fix up a house +right away. Let's play we've gone West and got some land of our own." + +Then the two children went to work. They were scared a little, in spite +of their brave talk, but they were soon so interested in their +camp-building that they forgot their fear. First they cleared away the +sticks and stones beside the log where they were sitting. Then they +pulled large pieces of bark from a partly fallen tree, and leaned them +against the log, making a shelter large enough for a very small +sleeping-room. Over the bark they laid boughs of butternut and maple, +with long sticks placed crossways to keep them in place. Then by the +time they had gathered a few armfuls of dry leaves to place underneath, +it was quite dusk, and too late for any more work. + +"Won't we get bugs in our ears?" asked Ted, peeping into the queer +little bedroom. + +"Well, we'll tie our hankchifs over our ears. And we'll only take off +our shoes, 'cause we're just emigrants, you know." + +"I--I wish it wasn't quite so dark," said Ted, faintly. + +"But the moon will be up right away," said brave Kitty; "and maybe we'll +hear owls. We won't mind hearing owls, will we?" + +"Course not," said Ted. + +In a very short time the shoes were off, the handkerchiefs tied on, and +the two tired children cuddled up in their wigwam, with Kitty's apron +over their shoulders for a blanket. + +"The Lord is here just as much as He's--He's in the Methodist church," +said Kitty. + +"Course He is," said Ted; and with this comforting thought they were +soon asleep. + + * * * * * + +Morning came earlier in the woods than in the quiet bedrooms at home. +Birds were twittering around the little camp before sunrise, the breeze +blew noisily through the low-hanging branches, and the children were +awake before the night shadows were quite gone. + +"Papa'll be sure to find us to-day," said Kitty, after they had crawled +out of their nest. "We must have all the emigrant fun we can, for we'll +only be Ted and Kitty after we get home." + +"What do em'grants have for their breakfast, I wonder?" asked Ted. + +"Oh, they--look around for things. Sometimes they have just butternuts, +I guess," answered Kitty, while she slipped on her shoes. + +"Well, then, let's have but'nuts--and lots of them," said hungry Ted. + +So Kitty, who was a nice tidy girl about everything, looked around until +she found a clean flat rock for a table; and while they were gathering +their breakfast from the nearest butternut-trees, they came across a +tiny little spring that bubbled out from under a ledge, and slipped away +in a small stream down the mountain-side. + +"Oh, isn't it cute?" said Kitty. "We'll build our cabin right here, and +we'll play this is our water-power, and build a mill too. I'll be Mr. +Brown, and you may be the Co.--Brown & Co., you know." + +After a good drink of the clear, cold water from a cup made of a +basswood leaf, they washed faces and hands, and went to the flat rock +for breakfast. The butternuts were not quite ripe; they stained fingers, +and they were hard to crack--with just a stone for a hammer--but there +were "lots of them," as Ted had requested. + +All the long bright forenoon they worked about their water-power, +putting up an extensive mill of stones and sticks, and having no trouble +at all, except when Ted got tired of being called "Co.," and insisted on +being Mr. Brown a part of the time at least, in spite of Kitty's +argument that the youngest ought always to be Co. + +So, about one o'clock, when their father and uncle were galloping here +and there in search of them, they were sitting at their rock table +cracking more nuts, and listening proudly to the mimic roar of the water +going over the dam they had just completed. + +Sometimes they heard faint echoes and queer hootings off in the +distance. "We'll play it's Indians, and we're hiding from them," said +Kitty, never dreaming that all the men in the neighborhood of her home +were hunting and hallooing through the forest for two very lost +children. Once, when the shouts came quite near, the echoes mixed up +things, so that Kitty was almost frightened, and drew her brother into +the shelter of some thick bushes. "It sounds like a crazy man," she +said. + +After a while the noise slowly died away down the mountain-side, and the +woods seemed more comfortable to Kitty. But sunset drew near, and still +there came no cheerful father-voice. The supper of butternuts was not a +very jolly one. Ted tried to be brave, but finally he dropped his face +into his elbow and wailed forth, "I want some bread and butter," and +cried loud and long. + +"If we only had matches," sobbed Kitty, after Ted's cries had hushed a +little, "we could make a fire, and--and maybe find something to roast." + +Ted stopped crying by trying very hard, and began to examine his +pockets. The prospect of a bonfire is cheering even to a hungry boy. +First a dull jackknife was laid on the rock, then two nails, then a +little rusty hinge, then a piece of slate-pencil, then a brass button +with an eagle on it, then more slate-pencil, then a piece of string +wound into a ball, then half of a match--the end that wouldn't go! Then +happily he thought of his inside pocket, and the hole that was in it! +Feeling along the lining of his jacket, there in its corner was +something which might be--yes, it _was_ a match! + +"We won't care very much about it anyway," said experienced Kitty, "and +then it will be more apt to burn." Nevertheless, after they had piled up +some dry leaves, and laid birch "quirls" and small sticks over the top, +she struck the match across the sole of her shoe, shielded it with her +hand, and watched it anxiously. The little blue light quivered, paled, +almost went out, and then leaped cheerfully upon a dry leaf, and in an +instant the pile was alive with snaps and sparkles and dancing flames. +The children gave quite a merry shout. + +"And now what'll we roast?" said poor Ted. + +"We must fix the fire so it won't spread first," said Kitty; and she +carefully scraped away all the leaves and sticks that were near. Then +she took her brother's hand, and started to look for she hardly knew +what, but trying with all her motherly little heart to think of +something likely to be found in such a woods. + +"Sour grapes roasted wouldn't be very nice, but maybe they'd be a sort +of a relish, you know, Ted;" and she stopped by a tree overgrown with +wild grapes, and began looking for the not very tempting clusters. + +"Why, here are some that are nearly ripe. See! really purple a little." + +Suddenly something alive sprang out of the brambles at their feet, and +whirred away with a tremendous rush. + +"It's the pattridge nest, sure's you live!" said Ted, diving down among +the leaves; and after a minute's eager search they were found--two, +four, six, eight, nine speckled eggs in the cozy nest. "We'll leave one +for the poor pattridge to come back to, won't we Kit?" said Ted, swiftly +placing them in his hat. + +More wood was piled upon the little fire, and they waited not very +patiently for hot ashes. The eggs were rolled up in large grape leaves, +and fastened with little twigs. The sun went down, and the fire-light +began to shine brightly on the overhanging boughs and the watchful faces +of the children. Finally Kitty said it must be time, and proceeded to +push away the blazing brands, and to roll the eggs in among the glowing +ashes. She had just covered them, after a fashion, with the stick she +used for a poker, and was saying to Ted they would soon be done, when +something came crashing along through the brush, and there was a man +with a scratched face and a torn coat, and a gun on his shoulder, +standing before them. + +"Oh, papa," said Ted, after taking a second look at him, "mayn't we stay +until the pattridge eggs are done? 'Cause we're so hungry." + +"Oh, you--rascals," was all the father could say; and he was either very +tired, or else Kitty rushed upon him and hugged his knees too +vigorously, for he sank right down on the ground, and commenced wiping +his face, and his eyes seemed to need a great deal of wiping. + +"We didn't mean to camp out, papa," said Kitty, softly. "We only wanted +to go home the nearest way, and we couldn't find it at all; and so when +we found we were lost a little bit, we staid right where we were, so's +not to get any more lost. Wasn't that right, papa? We knew you'd find +us." + +"Yes, an' we knew _you_ wouldn't come hollerin' round like crazy Ingins. +An' isn't the eggs done, Kit?" said Ted. + +"Here's things to eat--things grandma fixed for you;" and the father +quickly opened a little bundle that hung at his side. "I was so glad to +see you alive, and having a good time, that I almost forgot your lunch, +you poor Hottentots." + +The lunch was quickly disposed of, and after drinking two swallows +apiece of blackberry wine--which grandma sent word they must do--the +children "broke camp," and started for home, carrying the eggs in a +handkerchief. + +"It was a good thing you started your fire, little folks. I was just +going to give up the mountain, and follow the others down to the creek, +when I saw a smoke curling up, and I remembered your weakness for +bonfires, and so-- Why, bless me! I've forgotten the signal." And the +happy father took his repeating rifle from his shoulder, and fired three +shots into the air. + +Pop!--pop!--pop! That meant, "Found, and alive, and well." Three or four +guns answered from the valley below; and the mother and grandma, waiting +and listening by the farm-house gate, thought they had never heard such +sweet music in all their lives. + +Only a quarter of a mile of very rough ground was travelled before the +children found themselves trotting along in the "nearer way" they had +tried to find the night before; and in an hour's time, after being much +kissed and very tenderly scolded, they were bathed and lying in their +clean, sweet beds, and Ted was sleepily saying to himself, "This is +nicer'n em'grants, after all." + + + + +OLD TIMES IN THE COLONIES. + +BY CHARLES CARLETON COFFIN. + + +No. VI. + +LOVEWELL'S FIGHT WITH THE PIGWACKETS. + +At the southern base of the White Mountains, where the river Saco winds +through green meadows, was the home of the Pigwacket Indians. Their +chief was Paugus. During the years of peace he visited the English in +Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts, and was well acquainted with +the settlers, but he liked the French better. + +The Jesuit Father Rale, who had converted the Kennebec Indians, made his +influence felt over all the surrounding tribes, and Paugus, through his +influence, sided with the French. He could always obtain guns, powder, +and balls at Quebec and Montreal in exchange for furs. + +From their wigwams on the Saco, it was easy for the Pigwackets to go +down that stream to the settlements in Maine, or going southwest to the +"Smile of the Great Spirit," as they called Lake Winnipiseogee, they +could descend the Merrimac to the settlements in Massachusetts. + +In 1724 the Pigwackets killed two men at Dunstable. When the alarm was +given, eleven men started after them, but the Indians discovering them, +shot all but two, took their scalps, and returned to their wigwams on +the Saco, where they held a great feast over the successful raid, +dancing and howling through the night, and boasting of what they would +do on the next raid. + +"I will give L100 for every Indian scalp," said the Governor of +Massachusetts. + +The offer of such a bounty stimulated Captain John Lovewell, of +Dunstable, who started with eight men. It was midwinter, but the snow, +cold, and hardship did not deter the intrepid men, who made their way up +the valley of the Merrimac, and eastward to the country of the +Pigwackets. The sun was going down, on the 20th of February, when +Captain Lovewell discovered a smoke rising above the trees. He waited +till midnight, when, creeping forward alone, he could see ten Indians +asleep by a fire on the shore of a pond. He went back to his men, and +all moved forward. There was snow upon the ground, which broke the sound +of their footsteps. At a signal the guns flashed, and every Indian was +killed. It was a party who had just started to fall upon the English +settlements. They had new guns, ammunition, and blankets, which they had +obtained from the French in Canada. + +It was a day of rejoicing in Dover when Captain Lovewell marched into +the village with the Indian scalps dangling from a pole. + +"We will attack the Pigwackets in their home," said the men. + +It was in April. The snow had disappeared, the trees were bursting into +leaf, when Captain Lovewell, with forty-six men, started up the valley +of the Merrimac once more. Three of the men, after marching about fifty +miles, became lame and returned home. The others turned eastward, passed +Lake Winnipiseogee, and came to Ossipee Lake--a beautiful sheet of +water. + +One of the men was taken sick, and could not go on, and Captain Lovewell +built a little fort, and left there the surgeon and six men, with a +portion of the provisions. The rest of the party, thirty-four in all, +shouldered their packs and moved on in search of the Pigwackets. No one +knew exactly where their wigwams were located, and they moved cautiously +for fear of being surprised. + +Captain Lovewell was a religious man, and every morning, before +starting, the soldiers kneeled or stood reverently with uncovered heads, +while the chaplain, Rev. Jonathan Frye, offered prayer. + +The morning of May 19 came. They were on the shore of a pond, and the +chaplain was offering prayer, when they heard a gun, and looking across +the pond they saw an Indian on a rocky point on the other side of the +pond. + +"We are discovered," said Lovewell. "Shall we go on, or return?" + +"We have come to find the Indians," said the young chaplain. "We have +prayed God that we might find them. We had rather die for our country +than return without seeing them. If we go back, the people will call us +cowards." The company left their packs, and marched cautiously forward. + +The Indians had discovered them--not the one who was shooting ducks; he +did not mistrust their presence; but a party had come upon their tracks, +and were following in their rear, and took possession of their packs. + +Captain Lovewell moved toward the one Indian, who quickly fired upon the +white. His gun was loaded with shot, and Captain Lovewell and one of his +men were wounded. The Indian turned to run, but Ensign Whiting brought +him down. + +"We will go back to our packs," said Lovewell; but when they reached the +place they found that the Indians had seized them, and that their +retreat was cut off by more than one hundred Pigwackets. The terrible +war-whoop rang through the forest, and the fight began, Indians and +white men alike sheltering themselves behind the trees and rocks, +watching an opportunity to pick each other off without exposing +themselves. All day long the contest went on, the Indians howling like +tigers. The white men saw that they were outnumbered three to one. It +must be victory or death. + +Lieutenant Wyman was their commander in place of Lovewell, who was +mortally wounded. He was cool and brave. + +[Illustration: "LIEUTENANT WYMAN, CREEPING UP, PUT A BULLET THROUGH +HIM."] + +"Don't expose yourselves. Be careful of your ammunition." So cool and +deliberate was the aim of the white men that at nearly every shot an +Indian fell. They suffered so severely that they withdrew and held a +powwow with their "medicine man," who was going through his +incantations, when Lieutenant Wyman, creeping up, put a bullet through +him. The Indians, howling vengeance, returned to the fight; but the +white men, protected on one side by the pond, held their ground. + +All through the afternoon the struggle went on. + +"We will give you good quarter," shouted Paugus. + +"We want no quarter, except at the muzzle of our guns," shouted Wyman. + +Paugus had often been to Dunstable, and was well acquainted with John +Chamberlain. They fired at each other many times, till at last +Chamberlain sent a bullet through Paugus's head, killing him instantly. + +"I am a dead man," said Solomon Keys. "I am wounded in three places." He +crawled down to the shore of the pond, found an Indian canoe, and crept +into it. The wind blew it out into the lake, and he was wafted to the +southern shore. The sun went down, and the Indians stole away. Pitiable +the condition of the settlers. Lovewell was dead, and also their beloved +chaplain, Jonathan Frye, who with his dying breath prayed aloud for +victory; Jacob Farrar was dying; Lieutenant Rollins and Robert Usher +could not last long; eleven others were badly wounded. There were only +eighteen left. The Indians had seized their packs; they had nothing to +eat; it was twenty miles from the little fort which they had built at +Ossipee; but they were victors. They had killed sixty or more Indians, +and had inflicted a defeat from which the Pigwackets never recovered. + +"Load my gun, so that, when the Indians come to scalp me, I can kill one +more," said Lieutenant Rollins. + +They must leave him. Sad the parting. In the darkness, guided by the +stars, they started. Four were so badly wounded that they could not go +on. + +"Leave us," they said, "and save yourselves." + +Twenty miles! How weary the way! They reach the fort to find it +deserted. They had left seven men there, but when the fight began one of +their number fled--a coward--and informed the seven that the party had +all been cut off, not a man left. Believing that he had told the truth, +they abandoned the fort, and returned to their homes. + +Nothing to eat. But it was the month of May; the squirrels were out, and +they shot two and a partridge; they caught some fish; and so were saved +from starvation. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Begun in No. 46 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, September 14.] + +WHO WAS PAUL GRAYSON? + +BY JOHN HABBERTON, + +AUTHOR OF "HELEN'S BABIES." + + +CHAPTER II. + +THE FIGHT. + +The afternoon session of Mr. Morton's select school was but little more +promising of revelations about the new boy than the morning had been. +Most of the boys returned earlier than usual from their respective +dinners, and either hung about the school-room, staring at their new +companion, or waited at the foot of the stairs for him to come down. The +attentions of the first-named division soon became so distasteful to +the new-comer that he left the room abruptly, and went down the stairway +two steps at a time. At the door he found little Benny Mallow looking up +admiringly, and determining to practice that particular method of coming +down stairs the first Saturday that he could creep unnoticed through a +school-room window. But Benny was not one of those foolish boys who +forget the present while planning about the future. Paul Grayson had +barely reached the bottom step, when little Benny looked innocently up +into his face, and remarked, "Say!" + +"Well?" Paul answered. + +"You're the biggest boy in school," continued Benny. "I noticed it when +you stood beside Appleby." + +Grayson looked as if he did not exactly see that the matter was worthy +of special remark. + +"I," said Benny, "am the smallest boy--I am, really. If you don't +believe it, look at the other boys. I'll just run down the steps, and +stand beside some of them." + +"Don't take that trouble," said Grayson, pleasantly. "But what is there +remarkable about my height and your shortness?" + +"Oh, nothing," said Benny, looking down with some embarrassment, and +then looking up again--"only I thought maybe 'twas a good reason why we +should be friends." + +"Why, so it is, little fellow," said Grayson. "I was very stupid not to +understand that without being told." + +"All right, then," said Benny, evidently much relieved in mind. +"Anything you want to know I'll tell you--anything that I know myself, +that is. Because I'm little, you mustn't think I don't know everything +about this town, because I do. I know where you can fish for bass in a +place that no other boy knows anything about: what do you think of that? +I know a big black-walnut tree that no other boy ever saw; of course +there's no nuts on it now, but you can see last year's husks if you +like. Have you got a sister?" + +Grayson suddenly looked quite sober, and answered, "No." + +"I have," said Benny, "and she is the nicest girl in town. If you want +to know some of the bigger girls, I suppose you'll have to ask Appleby. +What's the use of big girls, though? They never play marbles with a +fellow, or have anything to trade. Say--I hope _you're_ not too big to +play marbles." + +"Oh no," said Grayson; "I'll buy some, and we'll have a royal game." + +"Don't do it," said Benny; "I've got a pocketful. Come on." And to the +great disgust of all the larger boys Benny led his new friend into the +school yard, scratched a ring on the dirt, divided his stock of marbles +into two equal portions, and gave one to Grayson; then both boys settled +themselves at a most exciting game, while all the others looked on in +wonder, with which considerable envy and jealousy were mixed up. + +"That Benny Mallow is putting on more airs than so little a fellow can +carry; don't you think so?" said Sam Wardwell to Ned Johnston. + +"I should say so," was the reply; "and that isn't all. The new fellow +isn't going to be thought much of in this school if he's going to allow +himself to belong to any youngster that chooses to take hold of him. +I'll tell you one thing: Joe Appleby's birthday party is to come off in +a few days, and I'll bet you a fish-line to a button that Master Benny +won't get near enough to it to smell the ice-cream. How will that make +the little upstart feel?" + +"Awful--perfectly awful," said Sam, who, being very fond of ice-cream +himself, could not imagine a more terrible revenge than Harry had +suggested. Just then Bert Sharp sauntered up with his hands in his +pockets, his head craned forward as usual, and his eyes trying to get +along faster than his head. + +"See here," said he, "if that new boy boards with the teacher, he's +going to tell everything he knows. I think somebody ought to let him +know what he'll get if he tries that little game. I'm not going to be +told on: I have a rough enough time of it now." Bert spoke feelingly, +for he was that afternoon to remain at school until he had recited from +memory four pages of history, as a punishment for his long truancy. + +"Who's going to tell him, though?" asked Sam. "It should be some fellow +big enough to take care of himself, for Grayson looks as if he could be +lively." + +[Illustration: "JUST IN TIME TO SEE GRAYSON GIVE BERT A BLOW ON THE +CHEST."] + +"I'll do it myself," declared Bert, savagely; saying which he lounged +over toward the ring at which Benny and Grayson were playing. The boys +had seen Bert in such a mood before, so at once there was some whispered +cautions to look out for a fight. Before Bert had been a minute beside +the ring, Grayson accidentally brushed against him as, half stooping, he +followed his alley across the ring. Bert immediately got his hands out +of his pockets, and struck Grayson a blow on the back of the neck that +felled him to the ground. All the boys immediately rushed to the spot, +but before they had reached it the new pupil was on his feet, and the +teacher reached the window, bell in hand, just in time to see Grayson +give Bert a blow on the chest that caused the young man to go reeling +backward, and yell "Oh!" at the top of his voice. Then the bell rang +violently, and all of the boys but Bert Sharp hurried up stairs, Grayson +not even taking the trouble to look behind him. In the scramble toward +the seats Will Palmer found a chance to whisper to Ned Johnston, +"There's no nonsense about him, eh?" + +And Ned replied, "He's splendid." + +All of the boys seemed of Ned's opinion, for when Mr. Morton, just as +Bert Sharp entered, rang the school to order, and asked, "Who began that +fight?" there was a general reply of, "Bert Sharp." + +"Sharp, Grayson, step to the front," commanded the teacher. + +Bert shuffled forward with a very sullen face, while Grayson stalked up +so bravely that Benny Mallow risked getting a mark by kicking Sam +Wardwell's feet under the desk to attract his attention, and then +whispering, "Just look at that." + +Before the teacher could speak to either of the two boys in front of +him, Grayson said, "I'm very sorry, sir, but I was knocked down for +nothing, unless it was brushing against him by mistake." + +"Was that the cause, Sharp?" asked Mr. Morton. + +Bert hung his head a little lower, which is a way that all boys have +when they are in the wrong; so the teacher did not question him any +farther, but said: + +"Boys, Grayson is a stranger here. I know him to be a boy of good habits +and good manners, and I give you my word that if you have any trouble +with him, you will have to begin it yourselves. And if you expect to be +gentlemen when you grow up, you must learn now to treat strangers as you +would like to be treated if away from your own homes. Grayson, Sharp, go +to your seats." + +"May I speak to Sharp, sir?" asked Grayson. + +"Yes," said Mr. Morton. + +"I'm sorry I hit you," said the new boy. "Will you shake hands and be +friends?" + +[Illustration: THE RECONCILIATION.] + +Bert looked up suspiciously without raising his head, but Grayson's hand +was outstretched, and as Bert did not know what else to do, he put out +his own hand, and then the two late enemies returned to their seats, +Bert looking less bad-tempered than usual, and Grayson looking quite +sober. + +Somehow at the afternoon recess every boy treated Grayson as if he had +known him for years, and no one seemed to be jealous when Grayson +invited Bert to play marbles with him, and insisted on his late +adversary taking the first shot. But the teacher's remarks about +Grayson had only increased the curiosity of the boys about their new +comrade, and when Sam Wardwell remarked that old Mrs. Battle, with whom +the teacher and his pupil boarded, bought groceries nearly every evening +at his father's store, and he would just lounge about during the rest of +the afternoon and ask her about Grayson when she came in, at least six +other boys' offered to sit on a board pile near the store and wait for +information. + +As for Grayson, he sat in the school-room writing while the teacher +waited, for more than an hour after the general dismissal, to hear Bert +Sharp recite those detestable four pages of history, and Bert was a +great deal slower at his task than he would have been if he had not had +to wonder why Grayson had to do so much writing. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +HOW A CRAB CHANGES HIS CLOTHES. + +BY ALLAN FORMAN. + + +"Say, now, you leave my dinner alone, or I'll tell mamma." + +"You can tell, if you have a mind to. I don't care, tell-tale." + +No, it was not children that I heard quarrelling; it was only two little +crabs. Children never speak so crossly to each other; but those two +little crabs scolded and bit down there in the water until-- But I am +getting ahead of my story. I'll tell you how it was. + +I had been out fishing, and as the sun became too hot, I rowed my boat +to the shore under the shade of the trees, and sat thinking. I looked +down into the water, and saw a little crab holding a clam shell under +his mouth with his claw, and eating as fast as he could, at the same +time turning his queer, bulging eyes in all directions to see that he +would not be disturbed. But soon another crab came up, and tried to +snatch away the clam shell. Then ensued the conversation which I have +already quoted. I dropped a piece of clam into the water, and the +new-comer seized it. He scuttled away under a piece of sea-weed, and +cried out in triumph: + +"Aha! greedy, you didn't get it, and it is much better than your old +shell. Don't you wish you had it?" + +"I'll change with you," said the other. "Just see this blue on the edge +of my shell. Ain't it lovely?" + +"Change! I guess not. Who cares for the blue? You can't eat the blue." + +"Of course you can't eat it, but it is pretty. However, there is no use +in talking to you about it; you have no love for the beautiful," said +the other, tauntingly. + +"You needn't put on so many airs. I'm bigger than you are, anyway," +snarled the first. + +"You won't be long, for I'm growing every day." + +"Children! children! what is the matter?" asked the old mamma crab, who +just appeared on the scene. + +"Mamma, he tried to get my din--" + +"I didn't; I only wanted--" + +"He's a mean, horrid old thing, and I don't--" + +"Why, children," interrupted the old crab, "I am ashamed of you. What is +the matter?" + +"He tried to take away my dinner," said one. + +"He said I wasn't growing big," said the other. + +"That did not stop your growth, did it?" said mamma. + +"No--o," drawled the little one. + +"And now," she continued, "I want you to behave yourselves. Stop such +silly quarrelling. You act so much like boys and girls that I am ashamed +of you." + +"Say, mamma, my clothes are getting too tight for me, and I've bursted a +seam in the back of my coat," said one of the youngsters, after a short +pause. + +"That is all right," answered mamma, assuringly; "you are only going to +'shed.'" + +"Am I going to be all soft and helpless, like papa was, and then be +taken away and not come back any more?" + +"Oh no, I hope not. You must find a quiet place, and hide until you can +take care of yourself," answered mamma. + +Accordingly the young crab wandered around, and found a nice quiet place +under the shadow of a large log; here he half buried himself in the mud, +and commenced the operation of changing his clothes. He swelled himself +out until the upper shell separated from the lower, then worked his +claws slowly backward and forward, and expanded and contracted the +muscles of his body; little by little he emerged from his shell, and +finally, with one effort, he freed himself entirely from his old +clothes. He lay back, exhausted by his exertions. While the crab is soft +it is perfectly helpless, and it can be handled without fear of bites. +When it first emerges from its shell it is covered with a skin as soft +and delicate as yours, but if left undisturbed it will soon harden. If +taken out of the water and kept in damp sea-weed, the process of +hardening can be delayed for three or four days, when it dies of +starvation, as it can eat nothing while soft, and that is the way in +which it is brought to the market. But the little crab I saw was +fortunate enough not to be disturbed. He lay perfectly still, and in +about an hour, if you could have put your finger on his back, you would +have felt that it had grown stiff and rough; in between three or four +hours the shell reaches the stage known as "paper shell." It is hard and +coarse, like brown paper, and the crab begins to show signs of +liveliness, and in about seven hours there is no perceptible difference +between our recently reclothed crab and his hard brothers and sisters; +but if you should catch him you would find him to be lighter in weight, +and watery when boiled, and the fat, which in a healthy crab is of a +bright yellow color, like the yolk of an egg, is a greenish-brown. But +no one had a chance to see the color of the fat in the crab which I was +watching, for just as he started to move, a great toad-fish came along +and swallowed him at one mouthful. + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +HALF AFRAID. + + + + +THE INVENTION OF STEEL PENS. + + +According to the following extract from a manuscript document in the +library of Aix-la-Chapelle, entitled "Historical Chronicle of +Aix-la-Chapelle, Second Book, year 1748," edited by the writer to the +Mayoralty, "Johann Janssen," it would appear that the invention of steel +pens is of older date than is commonly supposed. The paper referred to +says: "Just at the meeting of the Congress I may without boasting claim +the honor of having invented new pens. It is perhaps not an accident +that God should have inspired me at the present time with the idea of +making steel pens, for all the envoys here assembled have bought the +first that have been made, therewith, as may be hoped, to sign a treaty +of peace which, with God's blessing, shall be as permanent as the hard +steel with which it is written. Of these pens, as I have invented them, +no man hath before seen or heard; if kept clean and free from rust and +ink, they will continue fit for use for many years. Indeed, a man may +write twenty sheets of paper with one, and the last line would be +written as well as the first. They are now sent into every corner of the +world as a rare thing--to Spain, France, and England. Others will no +doubt make imitations of my pens, but I am the man who first invented +and made them. I have sold a great number of them, at home and abroad, +at one shilling each, and I dispose of them as quickly as I can make +them." + + + + +OUT IN THE STORM. + +BY SIDNEY DAYRE. + + +"That story about the baby in the storm? Oh yes, I'll tell you all about +it. See, there's the scar on his dear little forehead yet--he'll carry +it all his life, they say--but I shall never get over being thankful he +came out of it so much better than I did, the darling." + +And Janet glanced at her poor crooked arm as she settled herself more +comfortably for a long talk. + +"This was the way it came about. Mother said to me one Saturday +afternoon, 'Janet, I am going over to the village; I will take the +little girls with me, and I want you to take good care of Harry till I +come back.' + +"This arrangement did not suit me at all. I had other plans for the +afternoon, and I said, 'But, mother, I promised Mary Hathaway I would go +down there this afternoon. She is going to show me a new stitch for my +embroidery.' + +"'I don't like to interfere with you, dear,' mother said, 'but it seems +to me you have been running there quite often this week, and I must have +your help now.' + +"This was true, but it made no difference in the fact of my wanting to +go again. + +"'Can't Bridget take care of him?' I said. + +"'No, she has too much else to do.' + +"'I hate being tied to babies all the time,' I snarled. 'I think we +might keep a nurse as well as the Hathaways. Mary never has to be +bothered with the young ones.' Mother looked at me with a look which +begged for something better from me, but I kept the scowl on my face +till I saw them drive from the gate. She said good-by to me with a +loving smile, which faded out, as I would not return it. Even when I saw +three hands waved to me as they turned the corner, some ugly thing at my +heart kept my hand down, although half a minute later I would have given +anything for a chance of answering mother's smile. + +"I carried baby out into the grove at the back of the house, and dumped +him into the hammock, feeling cross and miserable enough. He sat there +cooing and crowing and laughing in a way which would have put a better +temper into any one but me. I sat on the ground beside him, fussing away +at my embroidery, but I could not get it right, and I got crosser and +crosser. At last Harry stretched over toward me, and took rather a rough +grasp of one of my ears and a good handful of hair with it. He did it to +pull my face around for a kiss, but as his pretty face came against mine +with a little bump, I jumped up and spoke sharply to him. I laid him +down with a shake, saying, 'Go to sleep now, you little tease.' + +"He put up a grieved lip, and sobbed as I swung him. It was about the +time of his afternoon nap, and he was asleep in a few minutes. + +"Then I tried my embroidery again, but it was no use--I could not get +the right stitch without some help from Mary. Then a thought came across +my mind--why could I not just run down there? Baby would surely sleep +for an hour, and I could easily be back within that time. He could not +possibly fall out of the hammock, for there were strings tied to some of +the cords, which could be fastened above him. I thought of telling +Bridget I was going, so she would have 'an eye out' in case he _should_ +awake, but I knew she would be crabbed about it, and feel as if I were +imposing on her, even if he did not give a single 'peep.' So I tied him +in very carefully--he gave another little sob as I kissed him, and I was +so sorry I had been cross to him. In ten minutes more I was running in +at Mrs. Hathaway's gate. + +"I had been going toward the north, so I did not notice that a black, +curiously shaped cloud, which lay low in the south as I left home, was +rising very fast. Mrs. Hathaway told me Mary was out in an arbor back of +the house, so I ran out there, and for a little while we were so deep in +the embroidery that I forgot to notice how dark it was getting. Then +there came a flash of lightning--oh, how white and terrible that +lightning was! It came all about us; we seemed wrapped up in it; and +such a burst of thunder as I never heard before or since. It sounded +like a cannon-ball falling right at our feet. + +"As soon as we could move we flew into the house. I was wild with fright +as I saw the awful blackness in the sky. Great drops of rain began to +fall, and peal after peal of thunder came, as I snatched my bonnet and +rushed to the door. Mary seized my arm and held me back. She cried, 'You +must not go; indeed you _shall_ not go out in such a storm.' + +"Mrs. Hathaway came up to me too, and put her arm around me. 'Why, +Janet, you can not go, my child. It might be at the risk of your life.' + +"I think they almost meant to keep me by force, but I screamed out, 'I +_must_ go! I will! I will!' and I broke away from them, and rushed out +into that blinding storm. I couldn't think of anything except the poor +baby I had left all alone. There was no one there to take care of him, +no one knew where he was, and in the noise of the storm nobody could +hear him scream. + +"The rain poured down in sheets by the time I reached Mrs. Hathaway's +gate. It seemed almost to beat me down to the ground, and the water was +over my shoes in half a minute. The lightning seemed like one long +flash, and the thunder never stopped. I staggered on and floundered on, +and slipped down and got up again, all the time just saying to myself, +'The baby! the baby!--if I could only reach him and find him alive!' + +"Then it seemed as if night came down all at once. It got dark in one +minute, and I heard a horrible roaring sound behind me--louder than all +the thunder. I heard a long, rattling crash, and then another. It was +Mrs. Hathaway's house and barn going to pieces, but I didn't know it +then. I heard people scream; I heard all sorts of things whizzing about +me, but it was too dark to see much. Things came striking against me, +and soon a heavy thing came banging against me on one side, and just as +I was falling down something seemed to pick me up, and I was whirled and +twisted round and round, till I didn't know anything more. + +"When I opened my eyes the rain was falling on my face. It was lighter, +and I saw boards and timbers, and trees and branches and bushes, lying +all about me. I was in a field not far from home. I felt dizzy, and +didn't remember anything at first, and then I thought of little Harry, +and sprang up to run to him. But, oh, how sick and sore I felt! When I +tried to lift a heavy branch which was lying partly over me, I could +raise only one of my arms. + +"But my feet were all right, and I ran as fast as I could toward home. I +saw my father in the road in front of the house, looking up and down, +with a white, frightened face. He hurried toward me. + +"'Where have you been, child?' he said. 'I must go to see if anything +has happened to your mother, but I could not go till I knew you and +Harry were safe-- Why, dear, you are hurt!' + +"But I ran past him, crying, 'The baby, father, he's in the +hammock--come quick!' + +"When we got round to the grove I screamed at what I saw. The trees lay +about as if a scythe had mown them down. I hardly knew the place, or +where to look for Harry. + +"One of the trees the hammock was tied to was lying exactly where I had +left my little brother. Another tree was blown right across it. Father +did not stop to look, but called the hired man, and they brought axes +and saws. I stooped down and listened, though I felt sure the dear +little one must be dead. But I heard a sad little sob, as if he had +cried till he was worn out. I was so glad, I got up and danced. But +father shook his head and said, 'He's alive, but how do we know how he +may be hurt.' They chopped away at the branches, while I held my breath, +oh, how long, _long_ it seemed to wait! I crouched down and crept as +near the baby as I could. I called to him, and he gave a pitiful little +cry; he expected me to take him at once, and I was glad he got angry +because he had to wait. He tried to free himself from the hammock, and I +began to hope he might not be much hurt. + +"At last a great branch was taken away, and I got closer to him. I +called father, and we looked under, and I heard him say, 'Thank God!' + +"There the darling was, in a kind of little bower made by two big +branches which came down on each side of him. They had saved him when +the other tree fell. His forehead was scratched deeply, but nothing else +ailed him. Father reached in and cut away the hammock with his knife, +and drew him out with hands that shook as if he had an ague fit. The +little fellow held out his arms to me; but as I tried to take him my +strength all seemed to go away. I grew dizzy, and fell down. Bridget +took the child, and father carried me in and laid me on a bed. + +"Then he and Bridget tried to get us into dry clothes. But I cried out +every time they touched me, till father was nearly at his wits' end. I +called aloud for mother. I knew she would not hurt me so. + +"'I will go now and see where she is, dear,' father said at last, wiping +his forehead. 'The good Lord only knows where she may be--and the little +ones. I'll bring some one to help you, poor child.' + +"The sun was shining brightly again by this time, but as I lay there, +with a great deal of pain in my arm and head, I seemed to feel that +black storm coming after me yet. The roar, roar, roar kept on in my +head, and the bed was whirling up in the clouds with me, and Mary +Hathaway was holding me, while some one pelted me with the stars; and +mother said, 'Oh, my poor darling--look at her head!' + +"Then the moon peeped at me, and said, 'Her arm is broken in two +places.' + +"It was the doctor who said this, and mother had really come to me. +After that I seemed to be climbing and climbing through trees--oh, so +long! I kept on for years, always hunting for little Harry, hearing him +cry for me, and never able to reach him. But at last I saw a light--I +had been in the dark all the time--and I struggled toward it, and looked +out. Mother was there, but not Harry. + +"'Where is he?' I cried. + +"'Who, dear?' she said. + +"'Why, the baby--little Harry,' I said. 'I was almost up to him.' + +"'Here he is.' + +"She lifted him up to me, and I tried to take him, but I could not raise +myself, and was glad to find that I was in my own bed. I went off into a +long sleep, and when I awoke I didn't want anything except to lie quiet +and know mother was caring for me, and that Harry sometimes came +toddling into my room, for he had learned to walk during the long weeks +I had been sick. + +"Well, that is about all there is of it. My arm was a long time getting +well, and will always be crooked, like this. The doctor said it would +have got entirely well if it had not been for the fever. + +"But, dear me, how much thinking I did when my head got clear enough to +think! When I was out in the storm all I had ever heard about the wrath +of God on the children of disobedience seemed to come back to me. How I +was punished! If I had been faithful to my duty, I should have been safe +at home when the storm came. I shall always feel as if I knew something +of that awful wrath, for wasn't I taken up in God's terrible hand? + +"When I was getting well I began to wonder why Mary Hathaway never came +to see me. Mother put off telling me as long as she could that she and a +younger sister had been killed in a moment by the falling of their +house, and that Mrs. Hathaway was crippled for life. None of us had been +hurt but me. Mother had got beyond the track of the worst part of the +storm, but her horse was killed by the lightning. Father lost his barns, +most of his stock, and nearly all his crops. + +"That's the story of the terrible tornado. Its path was not more than +half a mile wide, and it was all over in less than half an hour. Mother +says I grew five years older on that day, and I think she is right." + + + + +"MOONSHINERS." + +BY E. H. MILLER. + + +CHAPTER I. + +CONNY LOSES HIS FATHER. + +Dr. Hunter was riding leisurely on his morning rounds among the few +people who managed to be sick at Dunsmore in spite of the clear sweet +air that carried the balmy scent of the forests into all its pleasant +valleys. Under the seat of his sulky was his little old-fashioned box of +medicines, and close at his hand a tin box containing what was in the +doctor's eyes quite as valuable--a specimen of a rare plant which he had +discovered in a cleft of gray rock, and secured at the cost of some +pretty hard climbing. The road upon which he was driving wound along the +mountain-side, and he could look down upon the tops of the trees below, +noting here and there the scattered buildings and stacks of feed that +marked some little farm in a clearing, and from the very densest spot of +all a faint thread of blue smoke rising above the trees. He had often +noticed it, and more than once had asked about it, but no one gave him +any satisfactory answer. You would have supposed that of all the men and +women in Dunsmore not one had even chanced to see that smoke until the +doctor's eyes had spied it. + +"Smoke, sor?--so it be," said old Timothy, with a great pretense of +straining his eyes to see it. "It's a fire in the woods, belike. Some +tramping fellows on a hunt." + +"It is always in one spot," said the doctor, "though sometimes it +disappears for weeks. Is there any road that way?" + +"Not the track of a squurl, yer honor. There's not a wilder bit in all +the State, I'm thinkin'." + +"I believe one might find a way on horseback," said the doctor, "and I +shall try it some day." + +"Ye'd best not do it. I'd be loath to see ye leaving a good trade for a +bad one." Timothy grasped his hickory cane, and shook his grizzled head +at the doctor. Then, coming a step nearer, he whispered, +"_Moonshiners_." + +"To be sure," said the doctor, turning again to look at the smoke. + +"It's a bad business," said Timothy, carefully studying the doctor's +face. + +"Yes, it's a bad business, making whiskey, or selling it, or drinking +it; but paying a tax to the government does not make it any better. I +believe every dollar that comes to the government from such a source is +a curse." + +Timothy drew a long breath. + +"You're right, sor. I'm not beholden to the stuff myself; but yer +honor's done me a good turn, and I couldn't see ye bringin' trouble on +yerself by askin' too many questions. It mightn't be--pop'lar, sor." + +The doctor asked no more questions, but he watched the blue smoke more +curiously than ever, wondering much about the outlaws who carried on +their secret trade in the mountain fastnesses. He had been thinking of +them that very morning as he rode along, with the reins lying loosely on +his knee, when suddenly Prince gave a start that roused his driver. A +small figure stepped out from the shadow of a rock, and stood close +beside the gig, saying, + +"Would you come to my feyther, sir?" + +"Who is your father?" asked the doctor. + +"He's sick this three days," answered the boy. + +"What is his name? Where do you live?" + +"It's not far, sir," said the boy, without answering the question. + +"Well, jump in here;" and the doctor held down his hand. + +"Ye'll not be riding, sir; it's a bit off the road." + +The doctor hesitated a moment, then fastened Prince securely in the edge +of the woods, and with his box in his hand prepared to follow his guide. + +"Now, then, Johnny, go ahead." + +"My name is Conny, sir," said the boy. + +"Conny, is it? And what else?" + +"Just Conny, sir;" and the boy led the way rapidly through what looked +like a pathless tangle, until below a sharp ledge of rocks they struck a +little stream by whose side they found a narrow but easy passage into +the very heart of the wood. + +[Illustration: "THEY CAME UPON A SMALL WEATHER-BEATEN CABIN."] + +"Surely no human being can live here," thought the doctor; but at that +very moment they came upon a small weather-beaten cabin, so low and gray +that one might easily have passed it unnoticed among the rocks that hung +over it, and the bushes that crowded around and in front of it. The +roof, thatched with bark, had fallen in at one end, and the place looked +as if it might have been forsaken for years. But the boy led him around +to the rear, and they entered quite a comfortable room, with a decent +bed in one corner, on which a man was lying with his face to the wall. + +"Feyther," said the boy, "I've brought the doctor to ye." + +The man neither moved nor answered, and the doctor, going up to the bed, +was shocked to see that he was dead. He turned to Conny and asked, "Has +your father been long sick?" + +"Always sick, sir. He couldn't work at the North, and they told him if +he came here the air would cure him, and the smell of the trees, but he +coughed just the same." + +"Where is your mother?" + +"Dead, sir." + +"And there is no one but you and your father?" + +"Only us two, sir." + +"Conny," said the doctor, slowly, "I am afraid your father is dead." + +Conny did not answer for a moment, but his thin brown face settled into +a look of disappointment. + +"He said he should die, sir, and nothing could save him, but I thought +maybe if you came-- Couldn't you try something? They brought Black Joe +round when he'd been long in the water, and was dead and cold--brought +him round with rubbing, and stuff they put in his mouth. Isn't there +something in your box that'll do it?" + +"Nothing," said the doctor; "he is quite dead, my boy. You had better +come with me, and I will send some one to attend to your father." + +But no persuasion could induce Conny to leave the cabin, and the doctor +was forced to return without him. For a quiet man, the doctor was +greatly excited over the mystery of the little cabin, but old Timothy +said, coolly, "That would be Sandy McConnell: one o' the moonshiners: +varmint, all on 'em." + +"But, Timothy, some one must see that he has a decent burial, and if +you'll take a couple of men with you, and go down there--" + +"Wait till to-morrow morning," said Timothy, significantly. "The birds +of the air 'tend to their own funerals." + +A terrific storm that swept over the mountains that afternoon compelled +the doctor to follow Timothy's advice. The next morning, when they +succeeded, with much difficulty, in finding their way through the +tangle, the cabin was empty of every trace of human occupancy, and +almost seemed as if it might have been undisturbed since the +wood-choppers abandoned it. Under a great pine, a few rods away, they +found a new-made grave, carefully sodded, and bound over, in old-country +fashion, with green withes. + +"The moonshiners have buried him," said Timothy. "I told ye, sor, they'd +see to their own funerals." + +"I wish I knew what had become of the boy," said the doctor, as they +slowly picked their way upward; "he seemed such a quaint, old-fashioned +little chap." + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX] + + + BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. + + About the 1st of August I found some big worms crawling on an + ailantus-tree in our yard. They were about two and a half inches + long, of a pale green color, with white humps all over them, and + beautiful blue spots on their heads. Mamma caught them for me, and + we put them on a board with some ailantus leaves, and turned a + large wire sieve over them. Every morning I gave them fresh leaves + to eat, and in two or three days they began to spin themselves + into cocoons. Some rolled themselves up in the leaves, while + others clung to the side of the sieve, covering themselves at + first with a thin white film, through which we could see the worm + for half a day working himself back and forth. Then the film grew + so thick we could not see the worm any more. When they had all + formed cocoons mamma stood them away in a quiet place where + nothing could injure them, and I went every morning to see if + anything had come out of the cocoons. About three weeks passed, + when one morning I found three magnificent moths clinging to the + sieve. Mamma put ether on their heads, and they never moved again. + She fastened them in a box for me, and arranged the wings, and + they are just as beautiful as they can be. They spread about four + inches. The color is reddish-brown, and across the middle of the + wings there is a whitish line shading off into a clay-colored + border. In the centre of each wing there is a long reddish-white + spot, and on the tip of each fore-wing is a dark bluish eye. On + the head are delicate feathered antennae. Mamma found a picture of + the moth in a book. We are sure it belongs to the genus _Attacus_, + and we think it is the kind called _Attacus promethia_. + + SARAH W. N. + + * * * * * + + EDNA, MINNESOTA. + + About a month ago a man caught a young whooping-crane, which I + bought of him. It is now so tame that it will eat out of my hand, + and come in the house and eat from the table, or drink out of the + water pail. I keep him tied out back of the house by a string + about two rods long, so that he can walk around. He is not a very + small bird, if he is young. His neck is about two feet long, and + his legs are very nearly the same length, and when he stands up + straight he is about five feet high. He is not fully fledged yet. + His body is now about as large as that of a goose. + + I like to write. I am not a very good writer, but I think I can be + a better one if I write a great deal. I am the lame boy whose + letters you printed in the Post-office Box last winter. + + ELMER R. BLANCHARD. + + * * * * * + + PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. + + Since my request for exchanges was published in YOUNG PEOPLE I + have received a great many letters from all parts of the United + States, and I would like to inform the correspondents that I will + answer all of them in due time. Now I am very busy. I am getting a + new book and fixing it up, my school has commenced, and I am + taking music lessons on the piano. I can play familiar tunes like + the "Racquet Polka," "Fatinitza," "Pinafore," and others. I am + also taking German lessons. + + WILLIE H. SCHERZER. + + * * * * * + + Clarence L. can buy silk-worms, and obtain all information in + regard to them, at the southwest corner of Juniper and Chestnut + streets, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or at the Educational + Department of the Permanent Exhibition, in the same city. + + PAUL DE M. + + * * * * * + + ASHLAND, KENTUCKY. + + I have seen a real live white crow. It belongs to a gentleman + living on Big Sandy River. The white crow was seen by several + persons, who tried to shoot it. At last the gentleman who now owns + it shot it in the wing. It was not much hurt, and soon got well. + Its owner was offered three hundred dollars for it, but he would + not sell it. A good many people go to see it. + + WILLIE S. B. + + * * * * * + + RADNOR, OHIO. + + I wish some correspondent would tell me how to feather arrows. I + have made a bow and some nice arrows, but I can not feather them. + + I am making a collection of old coins. Are any other + correspondents doing the same? + + B. I. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I am ten years old. I have no pets + except a canary named David. I would like to know what to feed him + with besides sugar and seed, for I think he must be tired of + eating those all the time. + + I have a collection of stamps. I like the Post-office Box ever so + much. + + ANN A. N. + +Too much sugar is not good for your canary. You can vary his diet by +giving him a leaf of fresh lettuce about once a week, or a bit of hard +cracker to pick at. Whole oatmeal or grits, and a piece of apple or pear +occasionally, are healthy food. These tidbits must be given sparingly, +for if the bird eats them constantly it will grow so fat that it can not +sing. The staple food should be canary seed mixed with rape, and there +must always be a piece of cuttle-fish fastened in the cage. + + * * * * * + + MATTAPOISETT, MASSACHUSETTS. + + Here is a spelling game I invented, which may be played by two or + more persons. The first player, who may be chosen by lot, proposes + two letters, as, for example, c o. Then each player must in turn + call a word beginning with those letters, as come. A player is + beaten if he says a word beginning with any other than the letters + named, or calls a word already given, or a meaningless word, or, + when only two are playing, if his opponent makes two correct words + while he is thinking of his. The addition of s is not considered + to form a new word where it merely constitutes a plural. + + I made a salt-water aquarium five days ago, and it is all right. I + have two eels, one minnow, and five other fish, some hermit-crabs, + scallops, and periwinkles. I had a pipe-fish, but it died soon + after I put it in. I use a small wash-tub for the aquarium, with + sand on the bottom. I had two minnows at first, but this morning I + found one on the floor, dead. What do you suppose made it jump + out? There is sea-lettuce in the water, so there must be enough + air. How long must the aquarium stand in the sun for the ulva to + work? And with what shall I feed the crabs? + + W. A. + +The directions in the paper on "A Salt-water Aquarium," in YOUNG PEOPLE +No 42, are as clear as it is possible to give them, but they must be +supplemented by experience, which, if you persevere, you will very soon +gain. The ulva will work in an hour's time when placed in the sun, as +you will see by the rising of the tiny air-bubbles, but it may be +necessary to renew the exposure to the sun for a short time each day, +always taking care that the temperature of the water is not too much +increased. If your crabs will not eat bits of clam, try them with tiny +mouthfuls of fish. Be careful to allow no uneaten food to remain in the +water. Experience, which you will quickly gain, will insure you success. + + * * * * * + + I have a great many German, French, Austrian, and English postage + stamps, and would like to exchange with any who are beginning a + collection. I can get all kinds of stamps. + + I am a native of England. I have been two years in America, and I + think it is a very nice country. + + FRANK B. WESTWOOD, + P. O. Box 4574, New York City. + + * * * * * + + I am nearly twelve years old, and I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. + + I am making a collection of postage stamps, and would like to + exchange with any other boy. + + I can not get many kinds of stamps in this out-of-the-way place. + + HORACE RANDOLPH, + Sherman, Grayson County, Texas. + + * * * * * + + I come from the far South, where I spend the winter in New + Orleans. I am collecting postage stamps, and would like to + exchange with any readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + EDWARD L. HUNT, + Barrytown, Dutchess County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and think it is a splendid paper for + boys and girls. + + I have a collection of postage stamps, and would like to exchange + with any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + HENRY A. BLAKESLEY, + 54 West Eighth Street, Topeka, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + I think YOUNG PEOPLE is the best paper that I ever read, and I + think the Post-office Box is one of the nicest things in it. + + I am collecting relics and minerals, and would like to exchange + petrified wood for relics. I will also exchange a + chimney-swallow's egg for the egg of any bird except a robin, blue + jay, or chipping sparrow. + + W. A. WEBSTER, + 394 Clinton Avenue, Brooklyn, New York. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange birds' eggs with any of the readers of + YOUNG PEOPLE. Correspondents will please state what kind of eggs + they have to exchange, and what they would like in return. + + GUSSIE HARTMAN, + 65 Cass Street, Chicago, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange postmarks for stamps with any of the + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + GEORGE G. 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I + have sent her some Lake Michigan shells, and she has sent me some + lovely ocean curiosities, some of which are star-fishes, + sea-urchins, and beautiful shells. + + I would like to exchange slips of wax-plant, sweet-scented + geranium, and fuchsias with any readers for more ocean + curiosities, only I wish some one would please tell me how to send + them safely. + + ANNA WIERUM, + 495 West Twelfth Street, Chicago, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I like to read history, and about brave men, and I think "The + Story of the American Navy" is splendid. + + I am collecting postage stamps, and have over one hundred + duplicates, which I would like to exchange with the readers of + YOUNG PEOPLE. + + ROBERT LAMP, + Care of William Lamp, Madison, Wisconsin. + + * * * * * + + My sister takes YOUNG PEOPLE, and I read it every week. The story + of "The Moral Pirates" was splendid. I work out all the puzzles, + and read the stories and the letters. + + I would like to exchange stamps and birds' eggs with any of the + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + OSCAR RAUCHFUSS, + Golconda, Pope County, Illinois. + + * * * * * + + I have been taking HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE from our news-dealer, and + I find it a very interesting and instructive paper for the young. + + I will exchange foreign postage stamps and United States postage + and revenue stamps with the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + ALEXANDER A. REEVES, + Emporia, Lyon County, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange a specimen of the soil of Georgia for + some of the soil of any other State. + + JAMES L. JOHNSON, + 76 Jones Street, Savannah, Georgia. + + * * * * * + + I am collecting birds' eggs, and have about one hundred varieties, + but I need eggs of hawks, owls, eagles, whip-poor-wills, quails, + partridges, prairie-hens, terns, snipes, plovers, gulls, finches, + divers, loons, and other birds, and also the nest and egg of the + humming-bird. I have a collection of nearly six hundred stamps, + which I will exchange for birds' eggs or Indian relics. + + HARRY F. HAINES, + 1259 Waverley Place, Elizabeth, New Jersey. + + * * * * * + + Papa takes HARPER'S BAZAR, WEEKLY, and MAGAZINE for himself and + mamma, and YOUNG PEOPLE for sister Mabel and me. We think it is a + splendid little paper. + + I have twenty different kinds of flower seeds, and would like to + exchange with some little girls in the far West and South. + + GRACE DENTON, + 114 Thirty-ninth Street, South Brooklyn, + Kings County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I shall be very grateful if any correspondents who can will send + me specimens of minerals or fossil formations in exchange for the + beautiful quartz crystals that we find imbedded in the rock at + this place. I am also anxious to get some pretty shells, + especially from the Southern and Western coasts. I will return any + excess of postage on packages. + + SUSIE C. BENEDICT, + Little Falls, Herkimer County, New York. + + * * * * * + + I have a nice collection of curiosities, and if Ida B. D., of + California, will kindly send me some shells from the Pacific + coast, especially some abalone shells, and some sea-mosses, I will + exchange any of my curiosities for them. My curiosities consist of + stalactites, stalagmites, conglomerates, crystals, Indian + arrow-heads (some of which are broken), gypsum, iron ore, and a + great many pretty pebbles and stones that I find on the sand-bars + along Green River. If she sends me any specimens, will she please + mark the name and where each one is from? + + JOHN H. BARTLETT, Jun., + Greensburgh, Green County, Kentucky. + + * * * * * + +JESSE HARGRAVE.--The poet alluded to by Scott in the forty-first chapter +of _The Heart of Mid-Lothian_, as "him of the laurel wreath," was Robert +Southey, who was appointed poet laureate of England in 1813. The lines +quoted are from Southey's poem of "Thalaba the Destroyer," eleventh +book, thirty-sixth stanza. + + * * * * * + +W. W. S.--Many thanks for your kind attention in sending us the +interesting facts concerning the nesting of English sparrows in trees. +These little foreigners will pile the mass of dried grass, hair, and +other rubbish which composes their nest, on any ledge or shelf which +will support it, and if a decayed stump or deserted nest affords such +support, they are quite as ready to use it as they are to take +possession of the little houses which kind hands fasten to the branches +of trees. They will also build in woodbine and ivy, the strong branches +of which, clinging to the brick or stone wall, form a solid support, +quite as good as the ledge over a window or door. Almost any corner is +acceptable to these little fellows. A lady who had been absent from the +city during the summer, on returning home found one of her chamber +windows taken full possession of by the sparrows. The blinds had been +closed, and the space between them and the window was stuffed full of +rubbish, the birds using an open slat as an entrance to their cozy home. +We know of no instance where sparrows have woven an independent nest, +and fastened it to the branches of a tree, and for that reason we have +not classed them among birds that build their nests in trees. + + * * * * * + +W., F., and S.--To make a boat scup set two upright posts firmly in the +ground about four or five feet apart. Connect them at the top by a +strong bar, across which at the centre fasten another bar at right +angles. The boat, which should have a seat at each end, is hung by four +stout ropes, one to each corner, so as to balance well, to the +connecting bar. A rope passing from each end of the cross-bar enables +the occupants to swing the boat forward and backward. The upright posts +should be well braced. If you can visit some park or picnic ground where +one of these swings is in operation, you will understand better how to +build one. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM F. S.--The coins you describe belong to the class known as +business tokens. They are issued by private parties, and are valueless. + + * * * * * + +CLARENCE E. and F. B. W.--You can get the back numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE +you require by forwarding the necessary amount to the publishers, with +your full address. They will cost four cents for each copy. + + * * * * * + +EDDIE DE LIMA.--The oldest text-book on arithmetic employing the Arabian +or Indian figures (those at present in use), and the decimal system, is +that of Avicenna, an Arabian physician who lived in Bokhara about A.D. +1000. It was found in manuscript in the library at Cairo, Egypt, and +contains, besides the rules for addition, subtraction, multiplication, +and division, many peculiar properties of numbers. It was not until the +seventeenth century that arithmetic became a regular branch of common +education. + + * * * * * + +CAPTAIN FRANK.--The average price of a boy's bicycle is from twenty-five +to fifty dollars. Very small sizes may be obtained at a lower price. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Lizzie Gieselberg, H. N. Dawson, John R. +Blake, C. D. Nicholas, Carrie Hard, Lilian McDowell, Nellie Rossman, +Henry Coleman, Annie M. Douglas, Aggie M. Mason, Madgie W. B., Sallie R. +Ely, Dora Williams, M. W. D., Mary McWhorter. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Olive Russell, "Chiquot," +Minnie H. Ingham, Sidney Abenheim, Emma Shaffer, Edward L. Hunt, Allie +Maxwell, George Volckhausen. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +UNITED DIAMONDS. + +1. In September. An ancient water vessel. An article of food. A domestic +animal. In December. + +2. In February. A part of the body. A product. To blend. In August. +Centrals of diamonds read across give a valuable natural product much +used in the East Indies. + + HENRY. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in empty, but not in full. + My second is in rope, but not in pull. + My third is in light, but not in dark. + My fourth is in silent, but not in hark. + My fifth is in drop, but not in fall. + My sixth is in high, but not in tall. + My seventh is in stool, but not in chair. + My eighth is in mend, but not in tear. + My ninth is in circle, but not in ring. + My whole is a new and wonderful thing. + + S. T. H. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +NUMERICAL CHARADES. + +1. I am an ancient Greek astronomer composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3 +is a part of the body. My 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 is to dry up. My 9, 10 is a +pronoun. + + F. W. + +2. I am an ancient Greek comedian composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a poetic narrative. My 5, 6, 7, 8 is injury. My 9, 10 is a pronoun. + +3. I am an ancient Greek historian composed of 9 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4 +is a great warrior. My 5, 6, 7 is a small spot. My 8, 9 is a pronoun. + + S. C. H. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARES. + +1. First, froth. Second, one of the United States. Third, designs. +Fourth, a vegetable growth. + + FRANK. + +2. First, a ship famous in ancient legend. Second, to harvest. Third, +festive. Fourth, a precious stone. + + LUCY. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 44. + +No. 1. + +Esquimau. + +No. 2. + + S T E M + T O G A + E G E R + M A R K + +No. 3. + + R ocheste R + H indoo-Coos H + O b I + N anki N + E ri E + +Rhone, Rhine. + +No. 4. + +Chair, hair, air. + +No. 5. + + R + N U T + R U L E R + T E N + R + +No. 6. + +1. Hyacinth. 2. Androscoggin. + + + + +ADVERTISEMENTS. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at +the following rates--_payable in advance, postage free_: + + SINGLE COPIES $0.04 + ONE SUBSCRIPTION, _one year_ 1.50 + FIVE SUBSCRIPTIONS, _one year_ 7.00 + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +ADVERTISING. + +The extent and character of the circulation of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +will render it a first-class medium for advertising. A limited number of +approved advertisements will be inserted on two inside pages at 75 cents +per line. + + Address + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS. + + * * * * * + +Our Children's Songs. Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental Cover, $1.00. + + * * * * * + +It contains some of the most beautiful thoughts for children that ever +found vent in poesy, and beautiful "pictures to match."--_Chicago +Evening Journal._ + +This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a +wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.--_Philadelphia +Ledger._ + +Songs for the nursery, songs for childhood, for girlhood, boyhood, +and sacred songs--the whole melody of childhood and youth bound in +one cover. Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.--_Churchman_, N. Y. + +The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.--_New Bedford Mercury._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +HARPER & BROTHERS _will send the above work by mail, postage prepaid, to +any part of the United States, on receipt of the price_. + + + + +COLUMBIA BICYCLE. + +[Illustration] + +Bicycle riding is the best as well as the healthiest of out-door sports; +is easily learned and never forgotten. Send 3c. stamp for 24-page +Illustrated Catalogue, containing Price-Lists and full information. + +THE POPE MFG. 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HARVEY. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +The Child's Book of Nature. + + * * * * * + +The Child's Book of Nature, for the Use of Families and Schools: +intended to aid Mothers and Teachers in Training Children in the +Observation of Nature. In Three Parts. Part I. Plants. Part II. Animals. +Part III. Air, Water, Heat, Light, &c. By WORTHINGTON HOOKER, M.D. +Illustrated. The Three Parts complete in One Volume, Small 4to, Half +Leather, $1.12; or, separately, in Cloth, Part I., 45 cents; Part II., +48 cents; Part III., 48 cents. + + * * * * * + +A beautiful and useful work. It presents a general survey of the kingdom +of nature in a manner adapted to attract the attention of the child, and +at the same time to furnish him with accurate and important scientific +information. While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools, +its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for +family reading. + +The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who +desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in +teaching quite young children, especially in schools. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: Fig. 1.] + +[Illustration: Fig. 2.] + +WALTZING FAIRY. + + +A very pretty toy, and easily made, is this Waltzing Fairy. It may be +familiar to some of our readers, but will be new to a great many more. + +Cut a doll out of a good-sized cork--one from a Champagne bottle is +best, because broader at the base; into this base insert a number of +stout bristles, as in Fig. 1. If you can not procure bristles, fine +broom-corn will answer the purpose. + +Dress this cork body (Fig. 2), taking care to make the dress just so +long that it will not touch the ground. Place this doll on the top or +sounding-board of the piano when any one is playing, and it will dance +about in a very graceful manner. + +If placed on a smooth tea-tray, and the tray tilted a little at one end, +the doll will waltz across the tray in lady-like style. + + + + +CHARADE. + + +I. + + A gentleman once, with his children and wife, + Fled away from a town that was burning, + By command of a friend, who added that life + Must depend on their never back turning. + The lady, alas! like her grandmother Eve, + With a longing for knowledge is curst: + She turns to behold--it is hard to believe-- + And is pillared straightway in my _first_. + +II. + + An elderly female in gorgeous array + Promenades in the streets of Verona; + She is seeking a heart, which has wandered astray, + To the serious loss of its owner. + _Her_ heart is all safe; but her sense of her charms + Is still great--for what woman e'er lost it?-- + So my _second_ precedes her t'allay her alarms, + And to speak in her stead if accosted. + +III. + + The battle's done; the chieftain's in his tent, + And glories in the victory he has won. + He dreams of plaudits by his sovereign sent-- + When, lo! appears a curled perfumed one, + Who claims to be the herald from the King; + Who prates of war, though ne'er a squadron led; + And says but for my _whole_--the villainous thing-- + He too had worn a helmet on his head. + + * * * * * + +=How Salt was formerly Made.=--The art of making salt was known in very +early times to the Gauls and the Germans. The process was very simple, +for they did nothing more than throw the salt-water on burning wood, +where it evaporated, and left the salt adhering to the ashes or +charcoal. The ancient Britons probably extracted the salt by the same +method, for in the Cheshire salt-springs pieces of half-burned wood have +been frequently dug up. The Romans made salt a source of revenue six +hundred and forty years before the birth of Christ. Part of the pay of +the Roman soldiers was made in salt, which was thus called _salarium_, +whence we derive the word "salary." + + + + +THE MARINER'S PUZZLE. + + +[Illustration] + +A mariner at sea discovered, while in a storm, that a square hole had +been made in the bow of his ship by the displacement of a piece of +plank. This must be immediately closed to stop the inflow of water. The +only piece of plank he had on board was in the form of two connected +squares, as represented in the annexed diagram. + +Either of these squares was too small to fill the space, but the two +parts, reduced to one single square, would give him a plank of the size +required. This he obtained by making two straight cuts with his saw +through the plank. + +In what direction were the cuts made? + + + + +MEADOW-QUAKERS. + + + In the early autumn + Come the Meadow-Quakers; + Not the Shakers, not the Shakers-- + No, no, no. + These quiet little people + Stand straight as a church steeple, + And no one ever saw them come + Or ever saw them go. + + White their hats and broad-brimmed, + Lined with pale pink lining, + On them dew-drops often shining-- + Yes, yes, yes. + No butterfly goes near them, + No brown bee hums to cheer them, + And what these Quaker folks are called + I want you all to guess. + + + + +[Illustration: "Oh dear! I went to catch a little Fly, and the naughty +thing had a pin in its tail." + +[_Continuation of sobs._]] + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, September 21, +1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE *** + +***** This file should be named 29148.txt or 29148.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/1/4/29148/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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